Howling to the werewolf moon
The only light I've shed
Upon my corpse bride's runaway
And zombies that I've fled
Running from vampiric tongues
That licked their lips and said
Forget me not the wicked witches'
Poisons that you've bled
Or Frankenstein creations
Of the afterlives you've led
And cemeteries searching for
A place to rest your head
Dressed in black the pallbearers
Of caskets that you dread
All manner of these elegies
You wrote when you were dead
Have ever been the only hands
To tuck you into bed