In shuffling steps, without pause, without rest

Such sounds I heard outside my _ door

A stop, a scream, a faint light gleam

Prised out from under the gaps in my floor

I watched and I waited with breath most bated

For that which created my future in store

The creak, a shriek, my knees turned weak

Trembling, I stood and opened the door.

But to my surprise, in hindsight, a guise,

For boats were docking upon night’s cold shore

I turned around to have a lie down,

When the fateful knocking began once more

“Begone and forget it! My thoughts must have beset it!

I am not falling for such childish tricks anymore!”

The knocking turned quiet, was all at once silent

I spake at the silence, “Who art thou? Wherefore?”

But nothing was said, thoughts raced in my head

Like trying to rope in the tide from the shore.

My heart almost bleeding, I asked again pleading,

“Where art thou, who art thou? Please tell me, I implore!”

But silence remains and my windows still stained

From that night whence he came

A-knocking on my door.