Once upon a horror time,
There were two powerful monsters,
In a still town neighboring Forlot,
One made in a magical workshop on one side of town,
The other trapped deep in her own grave in the largest and only cemetery in town on the opposite side,
The workshop and cemetery are so cold,
Thanks to the separate evils that plague them,
One evil drives the first monster to run,
And the other to scream like a banshee and cry,
But only the dead will hear because she is part of it,
And our first monster will be hunted down by his own,
They will try dragging him back to their master,
While those ghosts and ghouls hold her down and keep demanding her to shut it,
The male monster has no time to fool around,
Yet his deepest desire is showing both the humans and monsters what he is capable of,
The female monster is sweeter than a lemon meringue,
Just do not break her soul's heart,
You do not want to see either monster angry,
The cause of the female's claustrophobic prison is lifted off her shoulders,
Because of the male in front of her grave,
A dummy meets a ghost,
The dummy and the ghost become friends,
The evils quickly try tearing them apart,
Bringing them closer,
Too close.