That monstrous door, its green and brass-hinged catch
Made fast by verdigris from years gone by
I used a bayonet to scrape and pry,
With strength so long I pried to strain and scratch
To jar that lock. It seemed I’d met my match!
Cursing, I stabbed and set that brass to fly,
It smashed against the wall. I heard a cry,
And watched that antique door give to, unlatch!
I heard unearthly whimpers and a moan,
That struck my heart with fear and unknown dread,
There in that haunted corridor, alone,
I’d stirred a thing uncouth, unclean, undead!
She walked upright, a sleek young girl to see,
Came to the door and took control of me.