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.

Copyright 2006 Mark Christensen

nice poem!
can't wait to see more