Connor J Sheffield

Voodoo Nightmare

Stitches here

Pins there

A sense of fear

Fills the air

 

Doors creek and ghouls cry

Thunder and lightning

Crack the sky

The very thought is frightening

 

Mad scientists and monsters from the grave

A tale that will make

Even the very brave

Shiver and quake

 

So grab your light

Wield your sword

Prepare to fight

The ghoulish horde

 

Vampires bite

Wolves whine

On your flesh 

They will dine