Within the veil of clinging mist
does lie the fear of walking gloom
A stormy night that does persist
as lightning flashes in the room

What does the night of dark now bring
this dread of what is not once seen.
As winds in gusts the rafters sing
and shutters clash in darkness sheen.

A knock does come upon the door
to bring a start from beating chest.
Who could this be at half past Four?
Can not they see is time to rest?

A shadow falls upon the pane
of window yon beyond the light
As sheets do pelt the pouring rain
upon this dark and dreary night.

A candle’s light is all that stands
betwixt the doom beyond the veil.
As I now sit upon my hands
in hopes the knock will not prevail.

When from the gloom and roaring howl
does come a whispered word to ear.
From deepest part the churning bowel
I listen twice in shaking fear.

Hark! Now shouting again once more
My lips now fail to crest the gale.
Is this that bird of Nevermore?
Or is this just the waiting mail?

The dark does give way to the day
as winds now cease and lie to rest
Was but the mail I hate to say
that put my heart to beating test...