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.