Tombiekins

In the Mansion 
Where the floorboards creak 
Resides a being 
Of which no-one speaks 
With maddened eyes 
And celadon complexion 
A haunting grimace 
And macabre reflection 
A zombie of sorts 
Mixed with vampire blood 
Tombiekins knows 
He is misunderstood 
Limbs akimbo 
Ears in the air 
And other loose body parts 
Strewn everywhere 
Deep within 
Lies a complicated soul 
That is more than the sum 
And less than the whole