The Crypt
We welcome you into this place
Where we have saved a little space
Mind the steps and close the door
To this, our student body store
We’re underground, yet in the air
Of moving shadows just beware
Take care that you don’t die of fright
While drinking late into the night
If you die, you won’t be first
Though others may have died of thirst
Moderation’s not for fools
The drunks just end up being ghouls
Bodies rested down below
Some still haunt the afterglow
The headless ghost of old North Leigh
Will sometimes visit to take tea
The ghost of a Matron likes to roam
After
Keeping watch on her old wards
Accompanied by the creaking boards
Enjoy your stay, we wish you well
Perhaps some ghostly tales you’ll tell
If you leave out of your head
Just ask yourself “should I be dead?”
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