Graveyard Tales

Her blood curdled when she heard the howl But she kept on moving like a ghost on the prowl And quickened her steps to reach that place Where someone waited for her embrace In a graveyard in the dead of night She met her lover in the pale moonlight He was tall and frail, all dressed in black Then when she got closer, he attacked Biting her neck with bloodthirsty desire She then became a vampire Other vampires emerged soon after And filled the graveyard with ghoulish laughter But the wicked witch who lived up the road had observed the bloodsuckers from her high abode She despised the vampires, it was plain to tell And cackled as she conjured up spells The vampires knew of the evil witch And they were prepared to win this fight So they hatched a plan to kill the witch As their blood thirst grew from night to night But the wicked witch was one step ahead And turned them all to rats instead In the dead of night under a full moon They squeaked and scampered from tomb to tomb While the cackling witch flew away on her broom There is cause for alarm and reason to dread The vampire rats now feed on the dead Though the dearly departed can have no dreams Neither can they speak or scheme But if you pass the graveyard in the pale moon's gleam Listen carefully and you'll hear them SCREAM .