Nightmare Poetry

The proliferation of nail bars

Would think it spoiled for choice

But for those with talons for nails

There was only one voice

The Cenobite beauty parlour

Was the place where Cthulhu would go

Where he’d get his claws done

And its ichor would get a glow

His gleaming polished finger ends

Were trimmed and filed just right

It cost many a captured soul

But they were done just right

Doug Bradley was his daytime name

But his true name is remembered in tales

Cthulhu always goes to Pinhead

That guy was a wizard with nails.