Revisit old themes
Slip into evil
Feel old hunger, dark thrills, return
Eager butterflies that dwell inside
Unleashing fear, deep terrors from which you cannot hide
John Carpenter plays, Stephen King has a clown taunting from a row of books, Arnie is a cyborg with no damn heart but fine menacing looks
Vampires stalk as werewolves find London such a charm, Bob resides in Twin Peaks whilst Tooms has a file and Scully just out of reach of his arm
Different times different hungers Bowie plays it cool, fog drifts in so slowly as I lock my door, I’m no ones dead fool.
I welcome the fear, I relish the frights, I laugh at the horror and suffer no sleepless nights
For what is the night without a ghost or a ghoul? Or pretty young thing, so beautiful yet a fey witless poor fool ready to fall into the arms of darkness’s fell charms and die in such horror in a devils embrace, wrapped in its evil strong arms.
But not all those who’re caught in the night are easily fooled or caught by such terrible delights
Good has its champions and day banishes night, but we welcome the stories the horrors the frights