Brian J. N. Davis ✈︎ A Metropolitan Guide

Devils in the Halls

Tick tock watch the clock, eleven past ten
Improvement commenced today, it matters not to him
The leaves loosen, change their hue to orange, red, and gray
The sun subsides, the clock rolls back, the night drifts away

Devils in the courtyard, devils in the walls
Devils in the stairway, devils in the halls

The bronze bust oversees the garden in the trees
That preaches right from wrong and who you ought to be
The drunkard stumbles ‘round, bends the straw in his drink
To each challenge posed ahead he turns around and shrinks

Devils in the courtyard, devils in the walls
Devils in the stairway, devils in the halls

The princess watches all the drunkard’s antics with fear
She may have gone for it some other day, some other year
Not much in mind or in taste, but man he’s got the hair
To try and break the drunkard’s curse when he really doesn’t care

Devils in the courtyard, devils in the walls
Devils in the stairway, devils in the halls