2AM, in a 3AM Thought

Anyone's house can be haunted, 

As long as they let their demons out. 

It's a time during the witching hour 

Where late night devils shake hands at work 

Punching in their time card 

Keying along, running amok... 

Spacing a thought-crammed sentence 

Delivered by capital punishment. 

The haunting howls of Red Baron 

Flyte with fire with a pitchfork'd tongue 

A laughing mustache, nestled on shoulder. 

Whispering woe-woven words 

Threaded to submission, by a dear editor...