Ghoul Bell

Ghoul Bell

In a bustling, busy city there lived a man and wife
But tired they grew of fast and ruthless city life
To the countryside they wanted to move out
Alas, no gold they had, in their coffers was a drought

But one day a cloaked man offered them a cabin near the woods
Cheap it was, well-kept and the furniture so good
They bought that place, and bought it not for much
Blind fools did not suspect a treachery as such

On the first night, when in their new bed the happy couple slept
Someone outside, it seemed, nearer to them crept
The man got up and looked through the door
Ghouls outside – more coming by the score!

Ghastly, rotting corpses walking, hungry once again
Long they must have waited for such a meal as them
Eyes bloodshot, the pupils white and restless
Unholy strength, sharp claws and hunger never-endless

The man barred all doors and windows closed
But that did not help against such danger posed
To the cellar they went, hoping there to hide
Foolish, ignorant and optimistic – a human’s pride

Ghouls attacked the house, doors were broken down
Such anger, and yet they wore no frowns
Crushed were the lovely couple, corpses drank their blood
And down in that old cellar their flesh turned to mud

The ghouls went back from whence they came
Hungry still, but sated all the same
A cursed graveyard, from olden pagan times
It is their home – there the Ghoul Bell chimes