What A Lonely Little Night - Shadow's Shitty Horror Poetry Collection

What a lonely little night To which the wind shall blow my velvet curtain I will hear the spirits moaning Into which I am uncertain I shall have a cup of tea And read up a tale of yore And I’ll listen to their stories Of what has happened long before And I’ll weep along with them And I shall listen kindly Then we can dance around And have fun that is so idly There here is a young maiden Who had lost her suitor to crows And in her hands she holds A pretty snow white rose What a lonely little night To have company this late But they surely must be lost So I’ll open up the gate I’ll offer them some drink And then some cheese and bread But I note they won’t partake For they are surely dead I’ll let them in my house Where they can warm themselves And I’ll take their coats and hats And lie them on my shelves I shall build them up a fire For they are cold as clay And the grownups will go dancing And the children, they will play What a lonely little night And the moon is almost full And the fire has gone out I’ll get my blanket wool And this is truly something That shall never be forgotten Don’t let the dead inside For then they will turn rotten For when they are inside Don’t you offer them some bread For they will take advantage And you will soon be dead What a lonely little night As the ghosts and I take flight To our earthen homes so white On this lonely little night They have made a headstone for me So I’ll lie down and write And then I’ll sleep and wait For some other lad’s delight And then we will take off And find the lad to smite So we can have a new friend For the next lonely little night