The Horror Museum Waxworks Murders..Welcome To Louis's House Of Wax Poem by Shaun Cronick

Every night a wretched soul goes missing,
Close to the vicinity of that freakish place.
And every day a new figurine is displayed.
Concealing a dark secret beneath its wax face...

The Horror Waxworks Museum Murders;
Welcome To Louis's House Of Wax.


I welcome you all to my Victorian London,
With its rancid streets full of fat rats and grime.
At night filled with harlot sluts and gin teasers,
And a blind eye is turned away from any crime.

A real lunatic prowls out there somewhere,
All to be found is a trail of thick crimson blood.
And all can safely rule out Jack The Ripper,
For bad boy Jack will leave a body not a flood.

Let me introduce myself my name is Louis Cypher,
And I am the deranged villain of the piece.
Proud dark, mad owner of Louis's House Of Wax,
So wickedly happy that admissions now increase.

But what I desperately need are fresh bodies,
Once vibrant and once so filled with lively life.
For they are like putty so flexible and pliable,
Even hours after being stabbed with my knife.

It's always all about the showy razzmatazz,
My haunting figurines so silently on display.
And I am the world's greatest wax artist,
With my side line of nightly hunt and slay.

So do all come and visit my Waxworks Museum,
Filled with horror and hidden secret wax disguise.
But be weary walking home in the dark alone,
For you might return pretty soon after your demise.