No whip from a wizard or a kiss from a witch,
sometimes the evil just won't scratch the itch.
A bottle of poison a bucket of pills,
just feel the frostbite creep over your sill.
No coal for the eyes or jelly for the buttons,
don't laugh at them they're just lambs dressed like mutton.
With fingers that point and a voice like a rasp,
don't let the bogeyman slip from your grasp.
He'll watch as you struggle so keep holding tight,
the deeper the hurt then the blacker the night.
It's not the rain falling that taps on the roof,
it's the devil in carnet a small cloven hoof.
Take the moon from the sky and bring back the sun,
as no one will notice the new day that's begun.
Mock the name of a girl and use it for fun,
feed the young while they're dreaming of their life that's begun.
Now the end it must come when no one can see,
so if you missed the beginning from the past you can't flee.