The Man in the Tall Top Hat

You’re restless tonight,

All alone in your bed,

Hear the man in the tall top hat



The Earth heaves and swells,

With the graveyards he’s fed,

Praise the man in the tall top hat



You peer through your window,

As your fate hits the stage,

See the man in the tall top hat



You reach for your blade,

All bravado and rage,

For the man in the tall top hat



You reach him and lunge,

Lose your footing and fall,

‘neath the man in the tall top hat



He clutches your throat,

With fingers ending in claws,

Fear the man in the tall top hat



Your face meets his own,

See his teeth slick with gore,

Damn the man in the tall top hat



Your light groweth dim,

Your pulse slows to nil,

Feed the man in the tall top hat



Your only hope in the world,

Make the monster fall ill,

Afflict the man in the tall top hat



Ghouls may expire,

In the fires of will,

But not the man in the tall top hat



And he’ll continue to feed and that’s that.