Because it’s getting close to Halloween ;)
The Caretaker
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The caretaker, in a voice deadly as sin,
He welcomes you, inviting you in,
With dark eyes that draw you in,
There's no escape once you look within,
And a weary body with bone-thin hands,
Has warped fingers that reach out and expands,
Dragging you from where you stand,
In a trance, you comply to his command,
You've stumbled, unwilling, into his domain-
Of what's left that remains,
As you look, you puzzle over if you'll stay sane,
For this place appears to be built from pain,
With shifting walls that shutter and creak,
As if ghostly moans wish to speak,
And dark-red liquid drips from its leaks,
The place is dim, cold, and unbelievably bleak,
Walls of chattering crushed teeth,
Stairs made of hands and feet,
Furniture of crumbled bones,
And a floor of stones,
Can't help to ponder if you'd be better off with Davy Jones,
While he looks at you with a crooked grin,
That has you petrified from deep within,
And you don't know where to stand- much to your chagrin,
Noticing your skin is feeling really rather thin,
Wherein such terrors lurk,
Your heart gives a jerk,
With each of the house's chirk,
Your vision becomes murk,
Each time your pulse perks,
Such an encounter- you wished to shirk!