Mr. Holmes built a castle in time for the World’s Fair,
Guests checked in without a clue it was really a murderous lair.
With alarms, catacombs, vaults, and sound proof rooms,
They starved, lost their breath, or succumbed to noxious fumes.
When they’re gone he collected his funds by selling each guests bone,
Afterwards Mr. Holmes went home to his castle and sat on his throne.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
a Poem about the infamous H.H. Holmes
Daniel S. Liuzzi, a Poet and aspiring writer from New York who is a lover of Sushi (anything Japanese really), Video Games and a good movie. Writes mainly Short stories of Strange Fiction, Fiction and Horror. Daniel had two poems published in the June 2011 issue of the Taj Mahal Review and in the past contributed to Far Horizons E-mag. Daniel is inspired by the works of Franz Kafka, HP Lovecraft and Vince Flynn.