The Spooky-Silly Poetry Contest is now officially underway! Our first entry comes from C.T. Murphy of Murf Versus! If you aren’t familiar with Murf Versus, it’s a blog dedicated to musings regarding everything from books, to tv, to games, and has also played host to a few blogger community events such as Voluntine’s Day. So take a moment and check it out; it’ll definitely be worth your time.
And now without out further rambling, it is our pleasure to present the first entry: “The Ocean House Hotel Song”
I wait …
Still waiting …
Hmph. ‘Patience is a virtue’, that’s what the Carpenter said.
He carved me out as he sliced up his bread.
He’s dead and so is everyone else in this hotel.
Heaven didn’t want us nor did Hell.
I continue to wait …
I shouldn’t even be here or thinking these thoughts,
If the Carpenter can hear me then I hope he rots.
I’m just a chair that he carved out of wood,
in this place, I sit and wait with my possessed brood.
And we wait …
the clock strikes midnight
… AND THEN
THE DOOR OPENS GENTLY, WHAT A SURPRISE
ITS SOME SORT OF VAMPIRE WITH TWO SORT OF EYES
WE GET INTO POSITION, WE TAKE OUR PLACE
WE HAVE TO BE QUIET IF WE WANT SEE THAT LOOK ON HIS FACE
HE STARTS TO SNEAK BY ME, ALARMED YOU CAN TELL
I JUMP UP AT HIM, HIS FACE TURNS FRAIL
NO ONE EXPECTS A CHAIR TO SPRING TO LIFE
HE STABS AT MY WILDLY WITH THE TIP OF A KNIFE
THE CLOSER HE GETS TO HIS QUEST’S END
THE MORE WE PUT UPON HIM, THE MORE FURNITURE WE SEND
THIS HOTEL DANCES MADLY IN THE SANTA MONICA NIGHT
THIS VAMPIRE IS SUCCESSFUL BUT DAMN WHAT A FRIGHT
And then I sit back down.