Halley the Horrible
Long legs, cattle horns on her helmet
Pitchfork, flail, high metal boots
Screaming voice, coal eyes
Favorite weapon, teeth
Lethal with pitchfork, kick, flail
Waits for no trap door
Prepares the pitchfork, jabbing a loose pile of straw
Thinking of reasons to stab
She will get them all, once the door opens
See their heads on sticks

Happy the Trapster
Holds the trapdoor waiting
Keeping his army at bay,
Waiting for the perfect moment to fling open the door