Vampires sing blues
dark blackwater blues
bitter backstreet blues
lost spring sun forever
own all there is of midnight
bluesZombies play Cajun
way down swamp Cajun
boiled shrimp red beer Cajun
hot fiddle dance home Louisiana Cajun
Zombie meltdown CajunWolfmen rap
Wolfmen rant
Wolfmen do word sound jazz
Wolfmen chew the language
  and spit blood
Wolfmen with glowing eyes
run rap all around the room
and hold their prey entrancedWisps of grief and ancient rage
whisper woe and wrong
with haunting echoes in the reverbToad things blow jazz riffs on warped horns
that bend into one reality and out another
Sirens sing torch songs
Purple-haired punk banshees
wail
Pookahs dance
and no-one dances with themAnd the only horror in the whole mad night
that froze my bones
was the one moment standing at the mic
my mind went blank
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