• Thrice the clock chimed in the night,

    Thrice my heart sank into my stomach,

    Of fright.

    The wind howled and hissed against the windows,

    Threatening my person to come out,

    To fight.

    The Devil knocked on thy door,

    Scratched it's putrid nails along the wood,

    Whispered to me,

    Play with me.

    The sound of uncertainty rang in my ears,

    But propelled me forward,

    Come to me.

    You are no coward, are you?

    My voice was striped from me,

    My reasoning gone,

    My humanity reduced to a mourning onlooker.

    Do not go,

    I heard from behind me.

    Do not go.