A thumping, a glumping, a bumping is heard
I turn and there’s nothing, I swear.
It’s darkening, fear’s hearkening.
Then suddenly, a dank chill fills the air.
Shawl pulled closer, mood grows moroser,
Sparks prickle the ends of my hair.
Mood’s getting intense, I light the incense.
Oh dear, what’s that shape over there.
My eyes attestation, skull’s manifestation
As its eyes glow, it floats near the chair.