Room 3327 had a 'Do not Disturb'
But that didn't stop the maid
She walked with her shoes lightly scuffed from the curb
To clean up the room and get paid
Room 3327 reeked foul
And the maid reached to cover her nose
The coth that she grabbed was no cotton towel
But rather a dead man's own clothes
The lights had turned off when the old man died
And the town seemed to wonder the cause
They said power failure but all knew they lied
It was just that the time was on pause
The old man had locked all his files away
And though through his belongings they searched
They still cannot find, not even today
The things that in his mind were perched
The old man was magic, or maybe a god
Whatever he was, he was dead
The coroner came and wrapped up the old ***
Without knowing the gold in his head
The man never slept, and the irony shouted
To all those who knew him awake
The perpetual slumber that they had all doubted
Was now taking place as they spake
He had turned the lights on
And let the town live
But now that he's gone
He's nothing to give
This was inspired by Nikola Tesla