His Boy Charlotte (Part 1)

I remember the boy who lived

Down the road from me on Harvest Lane

A strange boy, Charlotte was his name

He lived in the old house where the

Other children pointed and stared

Inside this decrepit house, he kept his wares

Human skulls he dug up from the ground

In the windows you could see him

Holding these skulls, dancing all around

In a pink laced, seductive night gown

His hair was long and his lips were red

Staring into the mirror, in the background

Were the ones who were dead

Luring the ones who pointed and stared

Giving them a fright giving them a scare

While all along he dressed in lady’s fare

His face painted up like some hideous clown

Dancing and parading around the dead bodies

In his pink laced, seductive night gown

All though sometime later they found him dead

Upon the blackened floor, he laid, blood flowing from the head

Some young lad didn’t like what he saw

Struck Charlotte in the head with an axe

Escaped with his life, out the cellar door he crawled