Zombies, ghouls and demons
play checkers, patiently;
a restless, scaled skeletal hand,
taps the table rhythmically.

A demon bride with wilted blooms
strides across the floor,
while impatient little monsters
wait in groups, behind the door.

In staccato'd whispers,
they share the wicked news.
Holding hands, as one they stand,
to bid dear Dean a dieu.