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Well the time has come to announce the winner our little Spooky-Scary Poetry Contest. We had several excellent entries submitted but there couold only be one Spooky Champion of Silly Prose, and that would be: C.T. Murphy, who authored Ocean House Hotel!
Here it is again for your reading pleasure:
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.
Congratulations to C.T. Murphy! And thanks to everyone who submitted poems for this little contest of ours! We had a blast reading them and hope you all enjoyed them too!