The chimeras and vampires were the first to heed the call

The demons needed help to organize Shape shifters' Ball;

A lot of preparation would make sure this gala night

Would take a place in history with dread and fear and fright.

Two skeletons, recruited from the crypt at Dar-El-Moor

Were quickly trained as bouncers, and they stood there at the door,

With hellhounds chained beside them, they would proudly guard the portal

And make sure only ghouls came in, and not a single mortal.

The DJ was a dragon, and his fiery breath a boon,

No smoke machine was needed as he partied up the room,

As mummies did the Time Warp, to a thunderous applause

Goblins go-goed to the beat of werewolves snapping jaws.

Succubus and incubus were twisting with a will

As zombies carried trays of drinks for magic trolls to swill,

The night was going smoothly till there came a banshee whine:

Old Dracula was drunk and calling for a conga line.

They swayed, sashayed and samba'd sweetly, right up to the minute

A devil grabbed the punch bowl, and then dunked a pixie in it,

A wizard was offended, and he waved his wand with ire,

And banished seven devils into hell's infernal fire.

The party now was out of hand, it really was a pity,

A loup-garou was full of tears, cos she was on committee;

As ogres fought with monsters vampire batwings beat the air

And sucked the blood of any neck that happened to be bare.

A unicorn policeman entered, coat of blazing white,

And quickly cleared the hall as guests fled out into the night,

It hasn't been on since, but all the undead will recall,

The last time they all partied, what a night - Shapeshifters' Ball!

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