'Twas the night before doomsday
And all through the town
Was heard the laughter
Of a singular clown

The zombies they lumbered
The werewolves did streak
The vampires suckled
And the witches did shreak

The citizens scrambled
For shotgun and hammer
But did not think to ponder
The man with the stammer

He limped and he drank
He cackled and laughed
So what did they do
But think he was daft

The man he did chuckle
With a smile and grin
And did summon up demons
With his harmonic violin

The heavens, they opened
But no rain came out
Rather blood came pouring
And his powers he did tout

I'm working on it, I'm working on it.