"Heartbreak Hotel"

Story type poem, thought I'd try my hand at something new.

There is a place where no man goes

A place where stories from a day gone by; does unfold,

Of pain, hurt, misery…

Of untold truths for you and me.

Built way back in 1878...

This old mansion has seen its days,

Of party galore; movie stars delight

So impressive...

Oh what a sight!

Yet to listen to all the tale tales...

One would have to go way back still,

To a time; event that did take place

In this oh so gorgeous, fantastic, place.

Mayhem; they said...

Jealousy; they whispered,

The death of Natasha Bararinski; was of enormous size,

For all they did talk; and all they did whisper...

None knew the truth behind Bararinski’s demise.

She disappeared on a cold wintry night

All they found at mornings first light,

Was a silver studded shoe; she had worn that night before

A bloodied handkerchief...A few stands of hair, and nothing more.

No witnesses; were there

Not a single one,

For all of the questioning; they finally were done

The lakes; they searched: as to all the woods

But not a single item did they come to.

Through all the mayhem; the police and press

None did notice the man so nicely dressed,

His hands held gloves; stained a dark ruby red

  His tears fell freely; yet still unchecked

Not an eye did turn; towards his way

For all were too busy: with what others had to say.

He stood so quietly...

Not a sound did he make,

For he tried to remember: what had happened at that lake

For it was he that awoke; with blood-stained hands...

And there by his feet; Natasha did lay... 

Jealousy?

Maybe…

But for not what they all thought...

For love he did feel; and it was with love: that they sought

A secret; they must keep...

For others would not understand

For Natasha was married; yet to another man!

So how could he have murdered; his one true love?

Yet the proof lied there; at the rivers creek itself,

The knife; that took her life

Just lying there; dark with her blood...

Now lied in the rivers creek; along with his love.

So years later…

And rumors still spread...

Of a man and woman,

Now both of them dead.

And "Heartbreak Hotel"; still stands in all her glory

With the ghost of Natasha; and Boris...

 And yet; one other!

For the true hand of her death; was not done by her lover

For the hand covered in her blood was not of he...

But only of me...

For I am the husband of Natasha Bararinski...

  
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["Heart Break Hotel"] Was a song sung by ["Elvis Presley"]. Written in 1956 by Tommy Durden; Elvis's manager agreed Elvis would sing the song as long as he retained all rights to the title and song from then on.. This poem, Title, nor any words after such, refelct in any way to [Elvis Presley's] song...

Reviews

[Ladysue]

I thought this had such a great flow to it...you told this story with great ease...very good writing...

[Patches I'm not so new..]

This is one I have seen before It is a good story vbut then when have you not told a good story? I liked the way this flows it is smooth me Gumba smooth