There's a Monster at My Door

THERE'S A MONSTER AT MY DOOR

Knock! Knock! Knock!

There's a monster at my door, he arrived the other day.

At first he started tapping -- "Stop that noise! Go away!"

But yet he still persisted, still tapping at my door.

Until the taps grew louder--and louder still more.

The taps they were persistent, increasing in frequency,

And the darkness as a fog, still tries to follow me.

The fog drops ever lower and encompasses me 'round about.

And the taps grow ever louder--"Won't someone let me out!"

My cries begin to grow in (their) intensity--but no one hears me now,

Save for him who tortures (follows) me.

His taps grow ever stronger--almost knocking down the door.

My cries grow ever louder--and still--even more.

The monster starts a laughin'--filling me with dread.

His voice becomes a shroud--banging at my head.

The tapping becomes a banging--more even like a roar--

Of an ocean that's gone mad--and still--nevermore.

The wind lets out a shriek--I shout--"Please, help me out!"

And still the fury grows--no peace found round about.

The waves lift me higher, the wind even higher still,

Then drops me in the ocean, a swimmer never 'til.

'Til that moment I was fearful with the bangin' at my head,

And the shroud grows ever tighter filling me with dread.

The foggy shroud grows thicker, chokes me still, even more.

His laugh and screech are frightening, this monster at my door.

Yet still I try to fight him and grow weaker, weaker still.

The shroud is so leaden, my arms grow tired 'til.

With a weight that is so heavy, like quicksand in the sand,

He (It) pulls me ever deeper, the one with the (pale) bony hand.

The shroud grows ever darker, the quicksand drowns (pulls) me down.

The pale bony hand is stronger, much stronger than I am now.

My shouts become mere whimpers, my whimpers grow quieter 'til.

Until there is a silence that is stillness still.

And all that surrounds me now is a shroud wrapped round my head,

With fear and desolate loneliness, and most of all the dread.

Oh, the monster he's still banging, still banging at my door.

And the taps grow ever louder--and still-forevermore.

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Written Spring 2010

by Cyrus Tyr