We were shaking the sim on that Halloween Eve
We were looking around and could not believe
Tuna Casserole can have a noxious effect
Maybe we should be more careful to inspect
The sirens, banshees and headless horsemen
Have all left us screamin’
When we might should ought to have been dreamin’
They’ve all left us screamin’
But not as bad as that astral projection of a dead poet
The man with the star-crossed attitude and you know it​
Time was pressing in and he had to find the poem’s end
Won’t you lend and idea or two my friend?…

Soon you will lay your head back to pillow…

But do you know who’s hiding… creeping… lurking in the shadows?