The Spirit of the Quarter

In the shadowy alleys of New Orleans, when the clock strikes midnight,
A figure draped in violet and flame steps through the veil —
Neither living nor dead, but something in between.

He is known only as Le Baron du Jazz,
A spirit of mischief, mystery, and memory,
Wearing a top hat crowned with a crimson mask,
Eyes glowing like embers in the heart of a voodoo fire.

He walks with swagger, as if the city were his stage,
His coat stitched with secrets from cemeteries and street parades.
Each corner he turns, the wind carries a whisper —
Of lost souls, old songs, and deals made in the dark.

Some say he guards the culture,
Others say he plays tricks on those who forget the magic of the city.
But all agree: when you see that purple coat and skull-white grin,
You’re standing at the crossroads of folklore and the French Quarter.

This art captures his eerie elegance,
A ghost wrapped in Carnival colors,
Reminding us that in New Orleans —
Even the dead know how to dance.

Color Pencil On Paper | Original Drawing By Mubariz