Missed It Mistik In Prague

I found this poetic snapshot of my time in Prague when I was cleaning my purse at the hospital yesterday:

Missed It Mistik in Prague

Fowl, he cried outside the
fairytale castle
  Fenestrated for certain
this time
  Foul indeed.

Along with this one also inspired by my experience of that dark, macabre place:

The Propsal

New bride unwrapped
Shiny new, squeaky clean
skin.
Please, he said, I am tired
Every night until she died.

Then he loved her to the bone.