Between You, Me, And The Bedpost Poem by Aram Stefanian

A vivor in the subterranean reign of the dead,
You're an illegal alien who fell into a booby trap by mistake.
It's too late to look for an exit; you made your bed.
Take a careful step before diving into a flaming lake.
The scary hauntings emanate evil that seems to soak into you.
They serve one purpose: to create more darkness in the world.
Cursed with eternal damnation, they won't give you the cue,
Draining your energy away until your vision is blurred.
Facing up to horror, you suddenly behold a loving ghost
That guides you through the dark tunnels of the abyss.
Opening a secret door, it says, ''Between you, me, and the bedpost.''
Moving into the Light, both of you are enjoying pure bliss.