She descends down the stairs in the darkening light

It’s the Royal Goblins’ Ball, on Halloween night

Her eyes dart around with an air of unease

The rooms reeks of rot. It’s lucky none of them breathe.

Everyone is busy, the party’s in full swing

In the corner, two witches teach a young ghoul to sing

A group of mummies roll the dice on the table

While the zombies discuss a new business appraisal

But the dance floor is empty, she can tell at a glance,

Until the young goblin prince extends his hand for a dance

The girl falls in love less than two minutes in

It’s swift as a mudslide but sweeter than sin

She twirls in his arms as the steel bells chime ten

Things won’t be the same, not ever again

She’s fallen in love with this wonderful boy

Her heart’s taken flight — it’s jumping for joy!

Her feet are so light, she hopes the song never ends

She’s found her life’s partner, her very best friend

But young goblins boys think only of one thing

And their sweet dance was over before the bell’s final ring

As she curtseyed her thanks, he tore through her chest

And pulled out her heart, beating bloody from her breast

She had no time to scream, but stood still in shock

As his teeth tore her heart, ripped it cleanly apart

He slurped up the blood as she fell to the ground

Barely registering the applause from the people around

And her blood starts to boil (or would, had she any left)

And her tears start to fall, protesting this heinous theft

And her head falls back with a crack, as she starts to scream

The soul-piercing cries of a wounded banshee

The goblin prince freezes. Even he knows that he’s erred.

For, even amongst royalty, all banshees are feared

And, once she sees she has him, she reciprocates his act

And stabs him with a knife until his very soul has cracked

On Halloween night, nightmares join in a dance

At the Royal Goblin’s Ball, a fête of glamour and class

There are mummies and zombies, witches and cats

Devils and demons, vampires and black cats

But beware the banshees, lest you incur their rage

They’re slow to forget, and their anger’s never repaid

So, please, mind your manners, and eat only what’s served!

Don’t bite your dancing partner — really, that’s absurd!

Just try to be careful, and you’ll have fun without fright

At the Royal Goblins’ Ball, on those Halloween nights

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