Sleep came uneasy to the woman that night.
Tossing
Turning
Yearning
Lights burning
Again and again
To ward off the monsters that lived among her.
The monster that slumbered lightly in her second desk chair.
Confession had served her little.
He wanted to comfort her,
but he was not permitted on the bed.
Would a song hurt?
Ay, there's the rub—
Siren songs can lead to death
Yet on the way they are a balm for the soul
As is the nature of all music.
He could soothe
but it would give him away,
so the cat remains
Silent.
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A Mouser in the Hearth
FanfictionJohn's lunch takes an unexpected detour. (THE FAB YEARS) WARNING: language, fantasy violence, gore, occult themes & imagery Disclaimer: I do not own The Beatles, their songs, their covers, or the solo work of its members. Nor do I think of them as...
