Zvi A. Sesling
The moon is black
howlers and creepers stalk
cemeteries and roadsides
The living avoid these places
even animals wary of the ghoul
awaiting by-pass
These islands of horror
even the ghost of your father
gives it wide berth
The moon is black
howlers and creepers stalk
cemeteries and roadsides
The living avoid these places
even animals wary of the ghoul
awaiting by-pass
These islands of horror
even the ghost of your father
gives it wide berth