Sea View Hotel Poem by Wamii Flyer

By dusk, the hotel had fallen silent
All but a seamstress who remained awake
Sewing in the warm candlelight

The wind scratches the window ajar
Causing a pearl, silk-like curtain to billow around her legs

She, nonchalantly, picks up a brand-new thread
Gives it life, emotions, and complexity
Only to cut it with her steely shears

Her ears, red from the cold, are wary
Of the creaks out in the burgundy halls

A killer roams free
Amidst spirits undead
At dead of night, he shall repent

Armed with a bat
He knows the room you're in