Look at that ghoul, watching with his eyes of ghoulish black
Look at his colorless complexion as he cleverly looks back
He wants me to call him to bring him back from the grave
But should he remain where he is, or should the man be saved
His feral chalk white hair, and his raunchy stubborn voice
Make me think twice about him, but there wasn't even much of a choice
I already felt as if he was evil, there was something telling me it was true
Between the gruesome sea green mold, and dark shades circling his eyes of purple-blue
And as he smiles back at me evilly, with his teeth of rotting yellow
I know that I should leave him there, he doesn't look like a friendly fellow
I feel I know who he is just the way he gazes at me in the room
With his suit of black and white as he sits upon his grave tomb
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