willyweed

The black door

There is a house with a black door

 Beyond the black door there is a room

The story is, that the room is haunted. Simple and pure

I walked down the corridor lit by candlelight

 following directions, to the left, then up one flight

I keyed and pushed open, the black door

The hinges creaked, the room was dark, and the dankness reeked

The shadows were dancing in the candlelight

The room was cold, and my breath was tight

I hurried and started to light more candles, one by one

But they started flickering out, before I was done

And that is how, I spent the entire night

Lighting candles to ease my fright

Oh, was I happy when morning came

I hurried out in all my shame

And although I didn’t see the ghost

Let me make this very clear

That room was haunted,

If only by fear!