Murder Castle 1893

Let me take you back, To a time trapped in amber. When the World’s Fair weary, Surely did clamber. For a place to rest, They came upon Mudgett’s. Such inexpensive board, Who could begrudge it? Such a quaint little place, To lay their labored heads. Unless murderous intent, Accompanied, purchased beds. He would walk the floors, Of his murderous castle. As he practiced his trade, The serial cessation of vassals. When guests reached their room, They were locked in from outside. On silent unscented wings, His pestilence did glide. Filling the room, And sets of lungs besides. Hundreds may have wept, And eventually died. Finally word got around, About a hotel of blackened dread. Furnished with crimson carpet, And walls speckled red. Based on Herman Mudgett's murder castle during the 1893 World's Fair. For the Sinister poetry competition. 03/25/13