Feel that chill? On back of neck?
As you survey from moneyed deck A sea of green, from mountaintop
Idyllic view, but chills won’t stop
But still you hope you get fair shake
This job could be just what it takes
A place to write neglected book
In site serene, the Overlook…
Soon wife and kid are settled down
You take them far away from town
The snow blows in and isolates
Your lives are left in hands of Fates
The ghosts and spirits of those halls
Entice with outlawed alcohol
So now you’re their invited guest
Compelled to be at their behest
They’re drawn to child with gift of shine
They hunger for his gift divine
And none can give it better than
The father that types letters when
He’s in a trance, with fervid joy
“All work, no play, makes Jack dull boy”
But when you try fulfilling task
Your wife will not do as she’s asked
She hits you with a baseball bat!
A real man would not stand for that!
So now it’s up to you, my friend
You must bring nonsense to an end
You grab an ax, you’ll bring them round
If not, then you will put them down!
As through the halls the spirits writhe
They’re having the time of their lives
You think where should your search begin
The door’s wide open, cold swirls in
Boy’s run outside into the snow
You know he’s got nowhere to go
Escaped to maze, that silly fellow
Easily, with ax, you follow
And run and run and call his name
Though hate you do this silly game
It’s getting later and much bleaker
You feel yourself get so much weaker
You sit down, needing break from chase
Though, know you do, no time to waste
No turning back, you’ve lost your mind
Soon sleep with dream… “The boy is mine…
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As dawn breaks in the frosty air
One sees a ghostly figure there
He’s stiff as board and froze in place
A deathly stare across his face
HIs body cold, he’s dead and gone
But do not doubt his soul lives on
A spectral echo, fading carpet
In 237, you hear the tap drip
“Do Not Disturb” sign hangs on door
He is a guest, forever more
I say beware, if room you book
You might not leave The Overlook…
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