Mr. Macabre

You could call him  
Mr. Macabre  
Master of the dark  
The seedy  
The horrifying  
Like little jig saw
Puzzle pieces
That paint a scary scene
When all of them  
Fit into place
Oh, how he spins  
His gory words into  
The worst of the worst  
Deep dark tales  

He has a brighter side  
That we don't often see  
But it does exist  
And the work  
That it produces  
Tend to oddly fall  
On  the heavenly side  
And is not a bit sinister  
 
Mr. Macabre  
A man of wit  
A poet of merit  
A writer of sheer terror  
Who keeps us squarely  
On the edge of our seats  
Patiently awaiting our  
Next repulsing ride  
Down, down, down  
And through the gates  
Of hellacious nightmares