It was a dark silvery night
And the moon had gone a-hiding
And the birds had ceased a-chirping
When I beheld a ****** sight
A gripping, chilling tale of fright.
It was a high and lofty place
And there I stood a-shivering
And in that terrace a-trembling
When down the lane I saw a face
A tall, thin man walked in a daze.
It was a large and rusty ax
And in his right hand a-swinging
And in its blade, the blood a-dripping
When… ‘Horrors, horrors!’ and I gasped!
He drank the blood, and then he laughed!
It was a round and severed head
And in his left hand a-clinging
And in its neck the wound a-gaping
When suddenly, he chomped and chewed!
He ate the head! Oh God, the head!
Yes, ’twas a high and lofty place
And there I stood a-shivering
And in that terrace a-trembling
When down I gazed and saw a face
A tall, thin man below my terrace.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC