morning of this day
found me at my window desk
muse tugging away.

I put pen to paper
events of the night before
frighteningly fresh.

filthy rag doll imps
afflicted with great evil
bestowed with life.

my dull light sojourn
found our three paths crossing
ruining their nights fun.

air of rotting stench
memory of which so fresh
now experienced.

at the window sill
leaning for a closer glean
as if they could read.

malevolent eyes
quickly stared back up at me
no, they were not pleased.