Creeping out of the night shadows,
dead bodies start to decompose.
A living corpse cannot be dead,
a bride for him, she must be wed.
Unpleasant feelings bring the strange,
ideas in his head sure to derange.
Darkness is what he most feared,
until that ghostly dude appeared.
There would be no happy ending.
No need to keep on pretending,
Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 28 July 2018 Compound Word Verse Rhyme Scheme: a, a, b Meter: 8, 8, 3.