Ramshackle Castle

Come, walk the night road through your memory of childhood fairy tales, limericks, ghostly apparitions and the lingering breath of classic poetry gone awry. At the Castle, magick and mayhem are a lyrical delight spun with fairy dust. It may at times be dark, dusty and a bit bent but every word is a glamorous enchantment.

Another Dumb Ass Lost in the Snow

The woods are thick with falling snow
Why I left my house -- I do not know
I stop and gaze at a shack out here
The house -- a heap and I should go

Thank God my car has not a brain
I’m in a drift and curse in vain
With darkness quickly closing in
My good thoughts travel to the insane

I pound the dash in an angry mien
I ask how the snow could not be seen
The night is silent, dark and still
The rushing wind; growling I hear

The woods now eerie, snowy and deep
So much for promises to keep
I’ll be out here for hours before I sleep
So many hours before I sleep

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