Never looked back from then till now, the house in the shadow of creak and howl.
Only the memory could haunt him still, he left the spirit behind until,crossing the street met evil did he, no will to turn, nowhere to flee.
Quickly descending rathskeller beneath, the man at the door his portion bequeathed.
Je ne sais quoi notably exuded , So let the doorman bear what evil intruded.
Suddenly shaken aft slamming door, paralyzed in fear of appalling horror, as the doorman transfigured to lusus naturae.
What abhorrence crept in that cold misty night? Trapping him in his own selfish plight?
Nothing is known from that moment till now, of the man from the house of creak and howl.
Some say he was eaten, or buried alive.Others say he’s the statue,self petrified, but of certainty his spirit remains… evil it was indeed.
Mistress Muse is a Sassy Lass
Blows in on the Wind leaves Twice as fast
Best Be Plumed Quill in Hand
An Erect Easel, with Keyboard Manned
Else, Her Aura flutters Away.
Self Phenomed Foolish Pride?
We Can’t be Distracted, or Preoccupied
Mistress Muse Shares Nada.
Paint it, Write it, or Devil Wears Prada
Other Valentine’s Her Prowl.
Like Moonbeams Twinkling
Through Tinted Glass, Mistress Rests
Non – Subservience Passed
Those Recognizing Gifts Put to Use
Capture the Moment Not A
Second To Lose , But,
Oh, Where Is Mistress Muse?