Room 237

Keep pedaling Danny!
 
Past the atrium and the hallways
Past the kitchen and the corridors
Past the pictures and the galleries
Past the lobby and countless doors
 
The wheels from your tricycle stir a ghostly echo
Muffled in the carpet then amplified on the floor
Keep riding past the remnants of time and history
It’s a long winter but be careful where you explore
 
Be watchful of the dead ends that linger in the corners
Because some guests never left and you can’t ignore
Listen to the foreboding, your daddy they are goading
Be careful of little girls and bloody floods from elevator doors
 
But somehow by the designs or spell of the hotel
Without going up the stairs you’re on the second floor
An isolated place like this is not meant for little children
But please don’t go into that room with the open door  
 
That is daddy’s room of pleasure and madness
For his waiting temptress, his witch, his whore
It’s where the visions of morbid lust and horror
Can change a man, an aspiring writer to the core