The Visitor

The Visitor

As I was laying upon my bed
A strange tapping sound entered my head
Turning left to face the clock
I heard the sound of a turning lock
It chilled my bones and then my heart
I sat right up, as quick as a dart
Then stepping calmly to the floor
I slowly made toward the door
Looking through the small spy hole
The night outside looked as black as coal
Perhaps I imagined it, my brain said
As I turned back towards my bed
But I had not got far across the room
When the sound of footsteps came from gloom
Racing back to my door with fright
I did see such a terrible sight
For outside through the dark of night
I saw a small a-glowing light
There appeared upon the path
A man holding a wooden staff
I swear I had not seen his face before
So why was he tapping at my door
‘Sir’ I called ‘are you ok’
He did not answer, but started to fade away
Slowly to the handle my hand did move
For there was something I needed to prove
That what I saw was not a trick of the mind
That my eyes could see true and I was not blind
Turning the lock I pulled back the door
I looked out into the lamp lit floor
There in front of me the apparition had gone
Where did he go? Could I have been wrong?
I stepped a bit further, as I felt bold
And all I felt was the night, deathly cold
I heard a noise and quickly turned to see
The door slam soundly behind me
I must admit I was full of dread
I did so long for my nice warm bed
But now I was at the mercy of the night
I could feel my muscles pulling tight
I slammed myself in to my door
And out of breath fell to the floor
Then as I looked up and what I saw
Was the man standing over me once before
He did not utter a single sound
I felt so weak lying on the ground
He slowly drew up his staff to the sky
I prepared my self to certainly die
And closing my eyes expecting to be dead
I awoke suddenly back in my bed
What I saw that night I do not know
But this all happened long ago
Now every night I look to see
If the old man has come back for me.