Grave Presumptions

It’s dangerous to presume

And much worse to insist

That there’s no black magic

And ghosts do not exist

It’s dangerous to presume

That there’s no evil twist

The end is always happy

And bad will not persist

It’s dangerous to presume

That naught hides in the mist

There’s no such thing as monsters

And you’re not on their list

It’s dangerous to presume

That you could raise a fist

Or boogey men ain’t real

And cannot grab your wrist

It’s dangerous to presume

That you’d surely be missed

Or bodies don’t just disappear

And get lost in the grist

It’s dangerous to presume

That witches don’t get kissed

Or that voice was just the wind

And that you can resist