As I ponder where I should begin Propped up by whiskey, or is it gin I considered all the words that came before. Inspired by darkness, dreaded, foul Stories that called forth a howl, A scream for mercy I would oft ignore. I delighted in the midnight things, Of demon eyes, the sound of wings, Of monsters that would chill you to the core. I brazenly fulfilled the need, Nefarious thoughts that seemed to breed Like rabbits, seemingly with no…
