Ralwus Dreams

 

The ghosts and ghouls returned again to Knockemstiff

On a dark, cold Halloween night as the fog did drift

The eccentric Lil’ Charlie sat in his library writing alone

Alert to the raking, rasping sounds somewhere in his home

 

“For the love of God! Can a man not in quiet solitude write?

What makes this foul noise on this eerie, frightful night?”

Thinking that the cat was just begging another intrusion

Charlie continued his writing and ignored the confusion

 

The sound continued louder, louder; even louder still

Distracting Charlie’s muse and halting his inked quill

In anger he reached out for his half-filled scotch glass

Thinking it was past time to kick that old gray cat’s ass

 

Charlie arose from his chair and lunged at the door

Hoping to launch a surprised cat ‘cross the wood floor

But the gray cat was not there, it was not to be found

The eerie noise continued as Charlie looked all around

 

Charlie headed to the basement locating the sounds

Convince that some fat rats might be running around

He grabbed a baseball bat to smash out their brains

They’d soon be sorry they had crawled up his drains

 

Opening the basement door, Charlie emitted a scream

Witnessing the most ghoulish sight he had ever seen

There in the darkness of the basement’s thick, musty air

Hung the dead corpse of a cowboy with no head there

 

Charlie ran from the basement and back into his room

Realizing the headhunters had cast his hellish doom

His inner-fears were flowing like blood down a drain

His cold blood was now boiling and frying his brain

 

Grabbing his glass of scotch, he gulped with a thirst

All the time his brain running and thinking the worst

Those headhunters had left that corpse as an evil sign

They were coming for him, short was his time

 

Suddenly a low moan as the doorknob was turned

Charlie gulped scotch as his mortal fears churned

The door flew open with the ripping of the wood

In the faint hallway light, the headless cowboy stood

 

Charlie ran to the window hoping to get quickly out

The corpse walked toward him arms thrashing about

Out through the window, Charlie ran from the fate

Not yet knowing where the headhunters did wait

 

Running totally in fear from the headless cowboy bard

Charlie paid no attention to the gathering ghouls in the yard

Rushing blind to get away, Charlie fell in their trap instead

With a quick swing of the sharp axe, and off came his head

 

Charlie suddenly awoke in a heavy breathing cold sweat

And realized it was a dream when he saw his gray cat

The cowboy; the headhunters; the whole bloody scene

Had all been a part of some Halloween scotch dream

 

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