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
