Mr. Bantors’ heartless gloom,
Gut wrenching fear in every room,
Not many could handle to spend the night,
Most would flea due to the fright,
Upon the walls come see and look,
Chains with razor blades and hooks,
Castrate zombies reach for meat,
Knowing your their tasty treat,
Mr. Bantor spiked your ale,
You try to flea and to no avail,
Your fear is as it’s up most high,
Thinking your about to die,
Close your eyes and fear the worst,
This insane Mr. Bantor curse,
Then your realize this horrid fright,
Cursed to live this every night,
So come and join me, have some wine,
Upon your corpse we all shall dine.
demon, 9 months ago
Great writing…really enjoyed this, not to sure about dining on the corpse though…lol