Figments & Fragments

California Hotel

California Hotel

Welcome to a Courtyard hotel,
rising to a warm desert smell.

Sweet Tiffany is such a pretty feast
She wakes to find a sweaty beast.

‘Relax,’ said the dark spirit’s face
‘Check out my cool killer place.’

Stabbing knives of shimmering light,
steely voices calling in the night.

You can forget Heaven’s bell,
You lovely prisoners of Hell.

Your chambers haven’t any door
alibis still bring you back before.

You just dance on but never leave
those voices and their mission to receive.

author's note ▼

honorable mention for 09/03/2022 in The Daily Poem 

Rearrange the words in the lyrics of Hotel California to make a new poem

Must not use more than two words in their original order
May extend base words, must not shorten words.