Dungeon And Drag Queens (in 3 Measures)

Oh, loathsome midnight dreary through pit and bog, a forgotten road tis thee I fear of old.
Hark! Thither a chateau!
With hunting forbode it filled me.
Yet it ruins, I hastened to it bleakly, reason unclearly.
Though still as death whilst my heart it beat with terror at this profound mystery I stumbled upon error.

Swirling blackness crept up on the midnight spirits woe the soul of a love lost to the grave, from hence came a scream!
And what is this that I perceive in the rotted wainscoting? Why a passage to a hidden staircase!
Candlelabrum lit in the tunnel down to a cold and slimey crypt below.

Suddenly a bloody hand seized me, what a grip!
From behind a black veil two lips uttered in a lisp:
noble night! I shall launch my lance into thine innards
How ‘bout a change? Art thou not a beginner? Now bend over swiftly you artful beginner!
My, such feelings overcame me, such phantoms in my head!
I turned swiftly to kiss my new love only to see a skeleton of the dead!