• Within these walls where I am enslaved
    There lies a secret, one from the grave.
    And although it’s been unknown to the living
    I now will tell you what happened that night so unforgiving.
    The old grandfather clock rang out twelve times
    And the night seemed to grow darker upon its last chime.
    I was lying in my chambers when from the door I heard
    A soft knock that came to my ears, and in the silence it recurred.
    I stepped from the room and paused with attentive an ear
    And when silence met me I presumed that there was nothing to fear.
    Back to my bed I receded, putting the thought from my mind,
    Until a moment later, when I heard a sound of another kind.
    From the hallway down the stairs, there came a low moan
    That filled my soul with a fear that I have never known.
    I shuddered beneath my blankets, not knowing the reason for my dread
    Until I gathered the courage to stand and leave my bed.
    Down the steps I slowly crept,
    And listened as, in the hall, someone wept.
    My heart seemed to freeze in absolute fright
    And the lightening flashed outside the walls, lighting up the dark night.
    It seemed I stood in terror for many years,
    As the inhuman demon wept bloody tears.
    And then as the thunder outside seemed to roar,
    the house went silent and this only increased my terror.
    My whole body trembled as the unseen creature became vocal once more,
    But this time it produced a sound that made my fear soar.
    For the fiend now not cried, oh no not this wicked thing,
    Instead its laughter through the house began echoing.
    And as the sound resounded throughout the house
    A shadow began to creep closer, ready to pounce.
    Frozen in terror, unable to flee
    I waited unmoving as the evil came to overtake me
    Without my consent, my feet began to move forwards
    And take me down to the creature who seemed the Death Lord.
    Although I screamed to escape from this evil,
    I soon found myself in the hall where occurred the upheaval.
    And found that in the hall was not where the imp horrifically abides
    But outside the door which I then did deride.
    My hand began to move towards the knob
    And all I could do was helplessly sob.
    And when my hand upon the handle gripped
    I found myself turning it, and prepared to face my crypt.
    And the door finally swing wide open
    And the terror that awaited me I will leave unspoken.