MONSTERS AT MIDNIGHT

MONSTERS AT MIDNIGHT...........................................

I can hear them now,, whispering low,, and creeping nearer,,
I know that they are waiting,, for I’ve seen them before…
They come upon the night you see,, and the midnight hour is almost here…
They hide under my bed,, and in my closet,, shadows on the wall,,
with images that will surely frighten greater men than me…
But mostly I see them within that box set before me,, sitting so patiently,,
I just have to turn it on,, and there they will come,,

sent from everywhere just to frighten me…
I have my remote,, my chips,, and some popcorn too,,
but mostly I have my covers to hide me from their evil eyes…
Oh,, how I love them so,, flickering upon this midnight show...
I love them all… Of Freddy, Jason,

the Mummy, Dracula, and Frankenstein,,

they’re all fiends of mine…

Freddy has a nasty burn and claws that will give you a nasty turn,,
in your dreams he can only appear,,

but what wondrous shapes he can take,, they’re all so gruesome,, upon the darkest hour he likes to appear,, he slashes and crashes and blood does wash,, as he gets them near,, only half asleep,, then by ones,, twos,, and maybe threes he will slay them…
During the midnight hour…

Now Jason is the silent type,, not a man of words is he…
A goalie mask he wears to hide his scornful glare and with a machete
he does his calling,, so if you wish to find him,,

to Crystal Lake you must scurry…
As the sunlight flickers and long shadows it does cast,, he will appear,,
to give you a mighty gash,, perhaps three or even more,,

in the shadows he likes to creep,, silently waiting for you to come by,,

and then he’ll say “HI” with his glistening scythe,, it’s just his style,,

and of gore there will be a plenty…

You are not safe behind that cabin door, do not run
naked into those woods,, be careful now,, he might even get you while you shower…
For it is the midnight hour …

Ah the Mummy,, Dracula and Frankenstein,, they are the classic best… You can find them on almost every day,, at the midnight hour…
But do not be so foolish to run and view the technicolor ones,,
in black and white they should be…

The Mummy he was tightly wrapped with gauze and of linen…
For two thousand years did he slumber,, until some men of learning
did disturb his dusty tomb… Treasures were they seeking and

knowledge too,, as they sacked that forgotten room…
But the Mummy he was awakened and not very amused by they’re taking of the treasures he had guarded…

So upon the desert he did slowly creep,, and into their tents as they did sleep,, for one by one he did make them pay…
For disturbing him at the midnight hour…

Dracula my old fiend… Those eyes,, those eyes they do hypnotize…

Not a gruesome sight he be,, but a Count,, a man of worldliness,,
so fine does he dress,, in a tuxedo and vest…
But beware when he does stare… Those eyes,, those eyes they do hypnotize,, and if your not careful during the twilight hours he might come a calling… For it is blood he seeks,, from a nape as sleek as yours or mine…
Upon reflective mirrors an image he does not cast,, of garlic and the cross he will have none… And sunlight he must always shun,, and the wooden stake too…
He arises from his crypt after sunset and must be back by dawn…
For a creature of the night he be,, and a cursed monster he is…
Forever roaming the blacken night,, for a careless victim to give his bite…
He must devour blood to quench his thirst,, and this he will surely do,,
Upon this the midnight hour…

Poor Frankenstein,, a monster did they make of you,, and not of your own choosing…
From parts that were stolen,, and then reassembled,, this way and that,,
sewn,, and stitched together from dead mens parts were you…
Apon a wooden slab they did resurrect,, with thunderbolts and lighting,,
they gave your heart its start… But my fiend,, your brain it was very sour…
For it hung to long upon the hangmans hour… Thus did they create you
during the stormy night… And not of you own choosing were you brought to be alive,, a brute,, a towering fellow,, of a mad doctors experiment that has gone wrong…
A miracle of science you would have been hailed,, had not the mad doctor failed…
Now alone you walk with nary a friend in sight,, save Igor and perhaps the blind hermit whos door did you chance upon… But of little girls you knew naught…
And now forever will you be hunted by villagers and angry men,,

with pitchforks and fire they do chase you from their sight…
For of little girls you knew naught…

And into the pond did you toss her,,
but like the petals before that did float,, I’m afraid she did not…
Now forever will they chase you and give you no rest….
So come my fiend and be with me for awhile,,
For it is the midnight hour…

Now of many more creepies and ghosties and ghoulies I can tell you…
But I shall tell you now of a new one who stands above the rest…
From a magic puzzle box he comes,, with his friends the Cenobites…
Of ghoulies and ghosties they all are such a ghastly sight,,

and many is the nite they have given me such a fright,,

that under my covers for protection did I scurry…

A man of wondrous prose is he,, and adorned in leather frocks,,

so fine and dandy,, but a Hellraiser he be,, and with eyes of blackness,,

and pins aplenty,, I know that he has no heart,, and will show no remorse…
“ah what games we shall play” he will tell you upon your meeting…
But beware of such silken prose,, for only pain and suffering does he offer,, before he rips your body asunder,, and gleefully will he make you bleed,,

for your soul he wishes to tear apart and devour,,
Upon this the midnight hour…