Little girl, come out of the fog
Be no more a blush in a bog
Be sure to leave your skin behind
With what’s left of a chastened mind
So much horror your bloodless face
A smile for me your deviled race
So dance with the ghoul, if you please
Gentleman with a dash of tease
My alter ego on this stage
A name not found on any page
Take my hand, and step on your mark
Let us keep time to the blessed dark
Creaking floorboards for our applause
Mad clapping will cover our flaws
Till the devil drops his curtain
Man in the rafters named Sertan
Best you not look up his way, dear
His Cheshire grin inspires much fear
Focus instead on my soft eyes
My debonaire charms a sure prize
We shall dance till the devil’s true
With your smiling ghost beside you
My hands holding up your cold flesh
Old ghoul’s take on the holy creche
When I tire of your rattling bones
I’ll wink at your old ghostly moans
Give your wraith a chance on the floor
Till we two are shown to the door
