A Ghouls Victim

so ghouls think they have no homes
roaming streets and innocents throats
climbed up beneath from dirt and tombs
for blood to brave the widest moats

that you tread so naive and fair
the darkest of the most rotted roads
pale skin a dress and jet hair
certain victim of the ghoulish bodes

shanty after shack you pass at no pace
a cool and eerie night it turns
and a chill to run your bodies lace
starts a pyre of fear that burns

then a ghouls caress to touch your skin
from crawls the deadish maggot worms
from blooded eyes to rancid grin
the rotten hand locking your neck affirms

that you tread so naive and fair
the darkest of the most rotted roads
pale skin a dress and jet hair
certain victim of the ghoulish bodes

and the moon hears the screaming die
and the murky night grow silent
till ghoulish steps near in spry
and newer fears begin where the cry went