The Cyclops Doorman
At the door stands a Cyclops, with one gleamin' eye,
He nods and he grins as you timidly sigh,
Welcome to wonders that slink through the night,
Where darkness and magic morph into fright.
There's a beauty, a beast, both dressed to the nines,
Their dance is a puzzle, a twist in the vines,
Hands clasped together in ghostly embrace,
Whirling in shadows, such a strange place.
Oh, hear the eerie, spectral jazz,
Where the wonders and the weirdness has,
A stolen baby in a jar,
Under a sky with just one star,
Feel the scare, the fright, the thrill,
In this place where magic’s still.
Through crypts dark and dreary, whispers take form,
A ghost softly singing, through cobweb she’s torn,
She hums of a past both tender and lost,
Echoes of sorrows, but love at their cost.
Magical beings with secrets untold,
A tale of a knight with armor of gold,
Skeletons jiggle their bones in delight,
In this world of twilight, this dance through the night.
Oh, hear the eerie, spectral jazz,
Where the wonders and the weirdness has,
A stolen baby in a jar,
Under a sky with just one star,
Feel the scare, the fright, the thrill,
In this place where magic's still.
No comments:
Post a Comment