The 12 Hours of Samhain
…A little something for Halloween.
A Musical Reply
To a Knock at the Door
At 1 a.m. on November 1st
In the first hour of Samhain
My true love gave to me
The paw from a cursed monkey
In the second hour of Samhain
My true love gave to me
Two vials of blood, and the paw from a cursed monkey
In the third hour of Samhain
My true love gave to me
Night-vision goggles, two vials of blood, and the paw from a cursed monkey
In the fourth hour of Samhain
My true love gave to me
Four mangled cats, night vision goggles, two vials of blood, and the paw from a cursed monkey.
In the fifth hour of Samhain
My true love gave to me
The Necro-nomi-con!
I set it with my four mangled cats, night vision goggles, two vials of blood, and the paw from a cursed monkey.
In the sixth hour of Samhain
My true love gave to me
A tattoo of sixes – very pretty. And the Necro-nomi-con! Oh, and four mangled cats, night vision goggles, two vials of blood, and a paw from a cursed monkey.
I know, I know. Where did he get a cursed monkey? …Well, I didn’t think it was polite to ask. So anyway…
In the seventh hour of Samhain
My true love gave to me
Seven demons chanting, a tattoo of sixes, the Necro-nomi-con!
Plus four mangled cats, night vision goggles, two vials of blood, and the paw from a cursed monkey.
In the eighth hour of Samhain
My true love gave to me
Eight shotgun shells, seven demons chanting, tattoo of sixes, the Necro-nomi-con!
And four mangled cats, night vision goggles, two vials of blood, and the paw from a cursed monkey.
In the ninth hour of Samhain
My true love gave to me
Nine virgin girls, eight shotgun shells, seven demons chanting, tattoo of sixes, the Necro-nomi-con!
And four mangled cats, night vision goggles, two vials of blood, and the paw from a cursed monkey.
In the tenth hour of Samhain
My true love gave to me
A nasty bite on the neck!
And I’ll confess, I started at this point to wonder what he was up to…
By the eleventh hour of Samhain
I put aside my doubts
Tied up the virgins, loaded the shotgun, mated with the demons, licked my tattoo, opened the Necro-nomi-con!
Split the mangled cats, put on my goggles, drank the vials of blood…but what to do with the paw from the cursed monkey?
In the twelfth hour of Samhain
My true love came for me–!
He fell for my trap, ate the nine virgins, the shotgun didn’t stop him, the demons just sang the soundtrack, but then I pressed my tattoo against the Necro-nomi-con!
And the cats came to life and said to use my hands to rip open
My lover’s chest-cavity and shove deep inside the rotted cavern where his heart used to live
The paw from the cursed monkey!
So you see, officer,
All of this really makes perfect sense.
Now if I promise to clean up the mess
Will you leave, or do I have to EAT YOU TOO?!
~ PD