Just Your Average Everyday Ghoul

Note: A bit of a children’s tale, told in rhyme by Ima Soveryscari about how her life differs from the days of those of the living, and how she lives around the world of the living and how being dead can have its perks.

My name is Ima Soveryscari

It is so nice to meet you

Though I admit I might seem different

There’s no reason to be wary.

True, although I am a ghoul

Which gives humans a sense of dread

Please do not fear me, I mean no harm

Especially since I am dead.

But you among the living might ask,

“Ima, what do you do ?”

Why, I live and breathe, but in the land of the undead

Doing things that you mortals do.

I go to school to learn how to scare

Though I never do so to be mean

If a soul is in trouble or unprepared

I show them the ropes and lay the scene.

The land of the undead can be tricky

Because it isn’t like your human realm at all

And to an undead soul it can be lonely

So rather he prefers friends than none at all.

You might as me, Ima, why scare school ?

Isn’t that something obscene ?

Well, my dear friends, not at all,

Sit back and you’ll see what I mean.

We learn all we can to scare and frighten

But we do more than that, we also enlighten

Some think we are evil, but that’s not true

Have you ever known the undead to do something cruel ?

Don’t believe the hype you may see

From the B-movie screen

Those monsters aren’t factual

That’s plain to be seen.

But beyond all of this, we exist in harmony

Between your world and ours

Without causing calamity.

But again I hear you ask what I love the most

And I must confess, as I lift a Halloween toast

That my favorite time of year is the Feast of Sam Hain

I become giddy and light when it begins again.

I cannot help myself, it melts eons off of me

It makes me feel young, and fancy-free.

I know it seems cliché,

But it’s like Christmas for me

It’s our time of the year to shine

And live a little frivolously.

So although it extends into the Day of the Dead

It feels far too soon gone

And again I feel dread.

But it’s not always so bad, since I have my duties to do

I have many friends by my side, old souls and new

It makes undead life easier, of that I can attest

And much less lonely, let me tell you !

But I go throughout my day, with hobbies to keep me occupied

Playing with trains, cars, dolls and toys much to my delight

This is done after scare school has released

It’s really not so bad being newly deceased.

So the next time you feel dread or fear

Do not worry, because a friend is here

I am a helper to all I meet,

Young, old, tall, short, strong and weak.

If you need me, just call upon my name

And don’t be frightened when I appear in gusts of flame

It’s simply my entrance, it’s a bit dramatic

Some douse me with extinguishers; how anticlimactic !

I am friend to all who call my name

But at the dawn, I must return from whence I came

We ghouls, goblins and ghost must sleep at the dawn

We roam at night when the sun’s rays are gone.

But whenever you are in need,

Or just need someone to play with

Just call my name,

Maybe I’ll take you on a trip !

No worries, though, you’ll return back home

I know humans shouldn’t roam the unknown.

I hope to meet you someday soon

You’ll know me by my shriek

Just promise…You won’t swoon !