“Hey boy, don’t go down that nook over yonder,

You’ll find that you’re losing control as you wander

And before you have any moment to ponder

You’ll be snatched by that dread– the haunter

The Dead Zone demon will whisper and maunder

He’ll drink your blood, your body he’ll squander”

“Beware,” she said as reminiscence dawned upon her

The boy paid no heed, and crept by, glad he conned her

He met his swift demise by the demon so  gaunter

And died… despite the warnings of the old vaunter