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!

  • Author: willyweed (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 18th, 2018 07:30
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 29
  • User favorite of this poem: LaurašŸŒ».
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  • Lorna

    Nothing to fear but fear itself...... Willyweed and Winston..........

    • willyweed

      Good thing UK had Chruchhill a true hero of mine. Thank you my fair lady I appreciate you ww

    • orchidee

      A fine write ww. Put a shilling in the leccy metre and you'll be able to see what ya doing. It'll save ya all that fumbling in the dark! lol.

      • willyweed

        can you loan me a shilling, cause have no idea how much that may be in US thanks O I do appreciate the read. ww

        • orchidee

          Erm yes lol. Well it's 5 pence in the UK - it was a shilling in old UK money! You'll need a bit more than 5 pence though, which is probably about 2 cents!

        • LaurašŸŒ»

          A great write, Willy! It kept me at the edge of my seat reading it! An enjoyable read! Thank you for sharing!


          • willyweed

            you are welcome Laura, thanks for the save. ww

          • Michael Edwards

            The mind is a master at playing games - super work Willy.

            • willyweed

              ye s it is Michael. thank you. ww

            • BRIAN & ANGELA

              Thanks WILLY ~ The fact of the matter is we are always haunted by the Ghosts of our own IMAGINATION ~ Thanks for scaring ~ Yours BRIAN

              • willyweed

                yes people imagine all sorts of false for them selfs as excuses. ww

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