• As you listen to my heart,
    My hand grows cold, and with a start,
    you turn towards the door,
    to leave me lying, evermore.

    You hear a sudden rasping,
    as of a window clasping,
    and the tourture of the storm,
    keep you with me, safe, and warm.

    At least, you think you're safe,
    although horribly misplaced
    for pain and cursed combine,
    and shall shorten living time.

    The horror lay within you,
    as of a steely sinew,
    and of my corpse, upon that floor?
    I shall lie there...evermore.