vile creature of ancient lore (high school)

Vile Creature of Ancient Lore



Once upon a midsummers day, while I wondered what to play,

Poring Over many an old an boring visual lore --

While I sweltered, nearly sobbing, suddenly there came a knocking

As of someone gently knocking, knocking at my bedroom door

"Its only my mother," I muttered, "wanting me for some tedious chore"



"Only this and nothing more."



I remember clearly from the dog days of summer,

When every old paper made a clutter, a clutter on my bedroom floor.

I yearned for the morrow, hoping to escape the sorrow,

The sorrow of the days to follow-- sorrow for the endless chore.

The pain and anguish of an endless bore.



Endless now and forever more.



And the whispered unfurling of the curtains near my bedroom door,

Taunted, haunted me with movements that mocked my endless bore;

So that now, to quicken the lull of my heart, stood I pacing, repeating

"It is only my mother requesting I work; Only my mother asking me for some tedious chore."



"Tis only her , and nothing more."



Then suddenly I did recall who was in the house: Only myself, and that was all.

"Ma'am?" I said, " or Sir perhaps? Truly for your forgiveness do I implore,

and so for nothing more. Very gently were you knocking, and truly was I rocking,

back and forth, slowly in my chair. There did I wake and there did I ponder,

who was at my bedroom door..? There I did open my bedroom door.



Darkness stood there, and nothing more.



Into the abyss stared I, for lack of anything better to do,

Scanning the hall for any trace of voodoo, Thinking the things man oft' dare think.



"Is it darkness there, and nothing more?"



Amid the still silence of the darkened corridor,

I rang the works, "Who stands there, knocking at my bedroom door?"

This only I uttered, then hearing these words, devilishly muttered,

"It is darkness here, and nothing more..."



"Darkness there, and nothing more..."



Then into my bedroom dashed I, frightfully stirring,

Yet again heard I knocking, knocking at my bedroom door:

much louder than before. "Of course!" I said. "Tis only my mind, and nothing more!"

"I'll look again just to be sure; Only once more -- just to be sure."



"'Tis only my mind, and nothing more.."



Then opened I the door, hoping to find darkness, and nothing more;

Instead, before me stood a vile creature of ancient lore;

those terrible eyes, the eyes of this beast of yore, just outside my bedroom door;

"Only my fear stand I before," to my heart did I implore.



Darkness stood there, and nothing more.



Surely my fear did it sense, as it stood I before;

heaving, staggering its breath, it grew our deathly rapport:

"You shall want in darkness forever more -- forever more."



Darkness stood there, and nothing more.