The Skulls of the Dungeon

A corpse in a rocking chair still rocks as the old lady knits a scarf

With worms crawling in and out of the gutted pit holes of her eyes

An abandoned house be it that, no one alive still lives just the rats

While the black cat be still upon the window sill it's petrified bones you see

Spider webs hanging from every ceiling captivate the eery chandeliers

If you go to the basement dungeon, you will find a winery of floors and walls oozing

With blood pouring out, hanging staggered bodies of death like a sickened bleeding drunk

Cries and moans, the sounds of the dead lost in space, tangled among the webs starving for the get away

The living beware, if you come to this place, you won't find an escape, just your mind locked in a  trunk

In the dungeon demonic arms and hands grabbing your feet, then crazed heads popping out of the walls

Trying to eat you and take you to their world, the dungeon of death be announced

The tales of the dead, all that remain in this haunted mansion of a house

Whatever you do, the skulls are watching, don't come to this house on Halloween

It will lure you in and shut you, you won't know what happens next until your next scream calls out

The skulls of the dungeon will never be at rest, you'll be their next guest