Maggot Hatchery - Ghoul

Out on the bog sits a mouldy old shack

A graveyard out front and a swamp in the back

The creature who lives there personifies death

She’ll curdle your blood with the smell of her breath

Wrapped up in rags and a tattered old hood

She walks with a cane made of twisted black wood

A feared necromancer and caster of curses

She really enjoys putting people in hearses

Blessed with a face that can drive men insane

A body by joke and a sinister brain

Her feet can peel wallpaper when they’re exposed

Gangrene and fungus infesting her toes

She spends all her evenings creating disease

Conjuring larvae and maggots to please

Enormous pupae she constantly breeds

On disinterred bodies they suckle and feed

A larval sack she did dismiss

It crawled into a drainage ditch

Once underground it carried on

No one noticed that it was gone

Down in the sewer this maggot had fun

Eating the rats was it’s job number one

It terrorized rodents and left them in tatters

The flesh of the beasts made it all the more fatter

Bones it did crunch and then cartilege munched

The slimy invertebrate sloppily lunched

It’s tubular mass through the sewers did squirm

A limb-ripping, flesh-tearing, many-toothed worm

With palpitating skin in gelatinous mounds

It made it’s way through Creepsylvania’s grounds

Seeking the filth by which it was sustained

The Swamp Hag had this maggot very well trained

Finding a coffin that was plentifully plugged

The corpse was devoured by the glistening slug

Rot and decay it ingested with zeal

As long as it knew that it had a next meal

Feasting on the bloated dead

Stiffs enveloped foot to head

Vomiting acid into the crypts

To gorge on all the parts that dripped

Tomb after tomb it slowly creeped

As we watched our food sources deplete

It tunneled into our practice space

And listened as we moshed the place

Into the sewer it escaped

It’s casing held a human shape

A squalling lump all set to burst

This town has not yet seen the worst