'twas the night in rose red

hey i wrote this poem, i was bored and it sounded like a good idea. hope you all like it

Twas the night in Rose Red, when all through the mansion
Not a specter was stirring, not even with expansion
Doug Posey hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that John Rimbauer soon would be there

Adam and April tucked into their beds
While visions of the séance danced in their heads
And Ellen in her nightgown and John unclothed
He had just settled down with a woman Ellen loathed

When in the garage there arose such a clatter
Ellen sprang from her bed to see what was the matter
Down the stairs, Ellen and Sukeena flew
Crept through the shadows in hot pursue

The moon on the breasts of the average town whore
Gave Ellen a sight through the small door
When what would Sukeena’s eyes catch sight
Carl the driver to Ellen’s right

He was a little old driver, not lively or quick
And they knew it a moment; they’d have to be swift
In less than a second, they hid from his sight
As he stopped in his tracks and came into the light

“Now John! Someone’s been here!” His voice did call
As John swiftly turned towards all the hoopla
“The door’s just been opened and Ellen’s out of bed”
“That girl” John said “something’s wrong with her head.”

Barefooted and chilled Ellen dashed back to bed
For now she had a reason to be alone in her bed
So in the hallway, footsteps did sound
It seemed as if he wanted her to drown

He was dressed sloppily from head to toe
His hair was scruffy and he lost his bow
A fine coat he had flung over his back
And he looked like a businessman just given the shaft

“What have you been up to?” he asked with spite
“Writing in my diary, the same as every night”
Ellen turned to him and decided to play
A game that would fight dirty, his way

His eyes how they changed! His feet shifted slightly
His face seemed to soften his features lightly
“Can I read what you’ve written?” he asked with haste
“Let me whisper in your ear.” Ellen said with taste

This helped calm the storm for a day or two
Till John wanted payment for the debt she threw
Ellen refused and sent him away
When John did something and took Sukeena away

Only did she come back, when Ellen did plead
To do anything he said and so he gladly besieged
Sukeena was back, but the nightmare was not over
For Ellen still owed him and still moreover

Sukeena did then conceive a plan
To put John in his place, and kill this man
Ellen was in on it, but only the two
Could know of this plan as it grew

The night finally came for John to get what was coming
When Sukeena enticed him with some African humming
Up to the attic the two of them flew
When Ellen arrived it was obvious who got screwed

Out the Rose window John did fall
With his wife and her servant watching from the wall
It was an accident of course, the drink that killed him
The fires of the underworld will now deal with his sin

The End


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