Something At My Door
Something At My Door
Something At My Door
By Dale Gillman
On that cold, bitter winter’s night, there was a figure standing out of sight.
What cold hearted fever was so very light and summoned so much demonic fright.
On that dreadful night, which lacked anything so nice in sight
That was so very light and bright, something just didn’t seem so right.
Who would have thought that I would have had to fought.
Who could have imagined, what the hooded figure brought.
Was nothing but terror as he forgot that he was so distraught.
A knock, knock, knock on the door, a reluctant suspicion I could not ignore.
What it brought with it I could not be sure, who would want to explore
And not ignore, that dreadful chore it would be to endure, that which was at my bedroom door.
On a black shelf lay that great, long, dreadful "volume of forgotten lore"*
Except the presence of that one great god that you all adore.
Ghastly mist outside the windowsill, I somehow found no will, as I lay so still
Not moving even once like I was in my grave, I somehow still found that urge to crave
The shadowy figure inside of me that lurked, transformed my warm heart to bleak and hollow.
Empty was my now dark soul in order to bring about those dark things that I can never show.
Distorted sounds and things I see, my life is in a chaotic knot of entropy.
In this life, there are things that I can see but can never guarantee.
Haunting whispers of ominous voices fly around me like notes of an ancient, distant melody.
Distant echoes of sounds of the past ring in the cold air and bring feelings, so hopeless.
All of these nights feel like a soft dream, much like reality, unfocused.
On that dreadful night, which lacked anything so nice in sight
That was so very light and bright, something just didn’t seem so right.
Who would have thought that I would have had to fought.
Who could have imagined, what the hooded figure brought.
Was nothing but terror as he forgot that he was so distraught.
A knock, knock, knock on the door, a reluctant suspicion I could not ignore.
What it brought with it I could not be sure, who would want to explore
And not ignore, that dreadful chore it would be to endure, that which was at my bedroom door.
My shadow floats away and as my life was in disarray.
I felt an overwhelming feeling of dismay, but to my horror a newfound sense of comfort did not stay.
My soul is gently parting, and I feel myself slowly falling. My stomach dropped
and I felt as if I was deep in thought. I pondered on that thought that death was waiting outside my door.
And at that time that I felt the chilling edge of death, I knew it was something that I had never met.
Darkness that is feared, inevitably death is so near, and yet you can bet that its
So rarely seen and unforgotten. Now in a dazed state I remained.
On that dreadful night, which lacked anything so nice in sight
That was so very light and bright, something just didn’t seem so right.
Who would have thought that I would have had to fought.
Who could have imagined, what the hooded figure brought.
Was nothing but terror as he forgot that he was so distraught.
A knock, knock, knock on the door, a reluctant suspicion I could not ignore.
What it brought with it I could not be sure, who would want to explore
And not ignore, that dreadful chore it would be to endure, that which was at my bedroom door.
Yoth and yonder as I pondered that darkest hour of death and now how I desire rest.
Like a croaking crow outside my windowsill, there was little left of me now so weak and frail.
What it was about that unexpected guest I will not know and so the crow goes to and fro
As I opened the windowsill I can still see that thrill that there was to kill
And hear the shrill, I felt that freezing chill, that lingering freezing black winter’s chill.
Half conscious I lay, and so I thought, some kind of dream state I was in, a white and magical place.
Though I am not sure exactly where I was for sure, at least I thought I heard more knocking at the door.
For now at least I knew who was at my door for sure.
* Quote from "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe
By Dale Gillman
On that cold, bitter winter’s night, there was a figure standing out of sight.
What cold hearted fever was so very light and summoned so much demonic fright.
On that dreadful night, which lacked anything so nice in sight
That was so very light and bright, something just didn’t seem so right.
Who would have thought that I would have had to fought.
Who could have imagined, what the hooded figure brought.
Was nothing but terror as he forgot that he was so distraught.
A knock, knock, knock on the door, a reluctant suspicion I could not ignore.
What it brought with it I could not be sure, who would want to explore
And not ignore, that dreadful chore it would be to endure, that which was at my bedroom door.
On a black shelf lay that great, long, dreadful "volume of forgotten lore"*
Except the presence of that one great god that you all adore.
Ghastly mist outside the windowsill, I somehow found no will, as I lay so still
Not moving even once like I was in my grave, I somehow still found that urge to crave
The shadowy figure inside of me that lurked, transformed my warm heart to bleak and hollow.
Empty was my now dark soul in order to bring about those dark things that I can never show.
Distorted sounds and things I see, my life is in a chaotic knot of entropy.
In this life, there are things that I can see but can never guarantee.
Haunting whispers of ominous voices fly around me like notes of an ancient, distant melody.
Distant echoes of sounds of the past ring in the cold air and bring feelings, so hopeless.
All of these nights feel like a soft dream, much like reality, unfocused.
On that dreadful night, which lacked anything so nice in sight
That was so very light and bright, something just didn’t seem so right.
Who would have thought that I would have had to fought.
Who could have imagined, what the hooded figure brought.
Was nothing but terror as he forgot that he was so distraught.
A knock, knock, knock on the door, a reluctant suspicion I could not ignore.
What it brought with it I could not be sure, who would want to explore
And not ignore, that dreadful chore it would be to endure, that which was at my bedroom door.
My shadow floats away and as my life was in disarray.
I felt an overwhelming feeling of dismay, but to my horror a newfound sense of comfort did not stay.
My soul is gently parting, and I feel myself slowly falling. My stomach dropped
and I felt as if I was deep in thought. I pondered on that thought that death was waiting outside my door.
And at that time that I felt the chilling edge of death, I knew it was something that I had never met.
Darkness that is feared, inevitably death is so near, and yet you can bet that its
So rarely seen and unforgotten. Now in a dazed state I remained.
On that dreadful night, which lacked anything so nice in sight
That was so very light and bright, something just didn’t seem so right.
Who would have thought that I would have had to fought.
Who could have imagined, what the hooded figure brought.
Was nothing but terror as he forgot that he was so distraught.
A knock, knock, knock on the door, a reluctant suspicion I could not ignore.
What it brought with it I could not be sure, who would want to explore
And not ignore, that dreadful chore it would be to endure, that which was at my bedroom door.
Yoth and yonder as I pondered that darkest hour of death and now how I desire rest.
Like a croaking crow outside my windowsill, there was little left of me now so weak and frail.
What it was about that unexpected guest I will not know and so the crow goes to and fro
As I opened the windowsill I can still see that thrill that there was to kill
And hear the shrill, I felt that freezing chill, that lingering freezing black winter’s chill.
Half conscious I lay, and so I thought, some kind of dream state I was in, a white and magical place.
Though I am not sure exactly where I was for sure, at least I thought I heard more knocking at the door.
For now at least I knew who was at my door for sure.
* Quote from "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe
Written 6/3/13
This draft was last revised on 4/2/14
This draft was last revised on 4/2/14
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