In the deepening gloom of dusk,
Neil embarks on an arcane task,
Drawing from shadows, and urine so grim,
To summon forth the entity, Frosty
Jim.
With each arcane pour, dark whispers arise,
Echoes of forgotten sorrows and cries,
Golden droplets shimmering, within limbs so thin,
A chilling creation takes shape, the fearsome Frosty
Jim.
Nan, drawn by a haunting lure,
Steps outside, the atmosphere pure,
An ominous presence, the world grows dim,
Facing the harrowing sight of her nightmarish whim.
Moonlight'
s pallor casts an eerie glow,
As they circle, shadows begin to grow,
Nan's
heart races, every beat a hymn,
To the dance of dread with Neil and Frosty
Jim.
Under a sky of foreboding, stars seem to scream,
A tableau of terror, too
real to be a
dream,
In the midst of this horror, their fate looking grim,
Bound eternally to the spectral Frosty
Jim.