But I should have warned you many moons ago; never mind

The decayed and defunct wretch would sit by gravestones, smirking

How it got there and where it was from, I shall never know

At each given moment of life, it grew stronger and dangerous

How sickly it appeared; its reptilian naked body; its mask of horror

The eyes were wide open and its tongue was smothered with blood

I chanted words from the blackest book to drive it away each night

But the wretch would re-appear whenever it saw me leave

It would prey on the souls of the dead

Oh, but I didn’t mean to frighten you; far from it!

Just be advised, noble souls, whilst you are still alive

Pray to your God for salvation

And a fine place in heaven: AMEN.