Sinister-Revisted

"Cutlery with words", The butler thought
To the waitress with the croaky chin
A wallowed man took a limping stroll
Mustered with smokes and gin

Under flickering lights of winter's dim
Clamped inside the cracks of a jar.
Tenants would seek to live on whims
Bedding on lies at his broken bar.

The butler mused on peppy talks
With beady eyes filled with greed
Sliced upon the beads full of shards
His appetite would aptly feed.

Miles away, in some distant lore
The widow screeched a seaborne wail
The sails tied to the hollow noose
Echoed thoughts of silent gales.

Burning the whispers of a sailor's dream.
Into the dungeons of a ghastly doom
The twilight opened with greeted arms
The madness cloaked in dusky gloom

The butler sighed with a sinister smile
Towards the crockery of his words
Pen had dried as the paper choked
As he painted his bar in red.