The Artist’s Basement

It was a gory sight, yes that it was

The bodies strewn everywhere

Upon the dirty floor.  Severed heads

And severed limbs litter the place,

Never have I seen such dastardly

Work before!  This is a mosaic of

Death, the best I’ve ever seen.  Yet,

In whispered hush I do ask, could

We please leave, to you I implore.

I’d rather not become the next

Victim for this mad artist gone awry,

Even though I’m smitten by

All this serious gore.  I do value my

Life, what little I have, but I’d like

To meet this artist with morbid

Curiosity growing deep within

My twisted psyche.

(c) 2003 A Riddle