Shadowlands

Boils and ghouls, come take my hand,
let's journey to a wondrous land,
where sorrow grows on gnarled trees—
(you'll get your darkest wish with ease).

 
Cryptic kingdoms mists enshroud,
goofy goblins laugh out loud,
as wacky witches sing sad songs
in hopes mere mortals sing along.

 
Coffins creaking, cryptic tones,
ghastly ghoulish ghostly moans.
Wolfman Jack—he's on the prowl!
Who will play top forty now?

 
Thrillers, chillers, toxic treats,
make it bloody, keep it neat.
Witches wearing Hollister;
wow, won't that cause quite a stir!?!

 
Ghastly banshees' fine fur coats.
Crumbling castles—murky moats.
Bat wings beat to mark the time,
Cheshire cats that speak in rhyme.

 
Werewolves driving Lamborghinis,
succubi in bright bikinis;
come with me, you'll have a blast,
do it now, but make it fast...

 
...Shadowland soon disappears;
it won't be seen again for years.
Let's go now, before the dawn.
No one will even know we're gone.