Pencil Me In

It's easy to write a dark saga of midnight and wolfbain and you It follows to throw in a campfire in the winter, the cold and we two Forsaken this landscape I'm painting twisted like limbs of the trees, Haunted ,the mansion is waiting the trembling begins in our knees, Tell us to head for the highway, tell us to hitch hike to town, Ah, but we will have it my way, I'm writing this horror all down. I'm sending you straight to the castle, You're knocking right now on the door It's answered by some lowly vassal who says we may call him Igor. He pulls us in out of the weather, he lurches away to the right, we huddle for safety together, afraid of what may come in sight. Insanely the laughter surrounds us, but you're getting tired of the game, I shriek that the vampire has found us, but you knock him down with your cane. "Now stop this and write our vacation! Away to that new Pirate Bay. Get us out of this bad situation, or I'll have the Count make you stay." So I pencil plans for Orlando, while erasing the fiend and the slave, Why must you go so Commando?.......... (Watch your step over Dracula's grave.)