At the inn of the damned. A drink anyone?

Use the claw
to knock on
the door for
across the floor
the Devil’s paw
awaits,
and forever more
what’s in store
will become
your chore.
You may dot your i’s
and cross your t’s
for in a world
where superstition
meets supernatural,
these words will
never harm you.
So come inside
if you dare.
Fear not
the puddle
at your feet
but the drowning
pool inside
your mind,
where the tap

is left on.