They laughed and smiled mockingly,
their taunts were carried by the breeze,
their weedling eyes they turned to me,
"tell us again, you straw-head, please?"
"with pleasure" I replied to them,
"the lightbulb in the lamp went out,
the hallway once so bright, was dark,
the dim-lit shadows full of doubt.
the scent of stale perfume was vague
and clinging to the cobwebbed walls.
inside the room the shutters tried
to keep out what the cold rain calls.
it's voice rang in my ears, I stood
and counted raindrpos as they fell.
but then I felt a breath near me,
the whisp'ring of the softest spell.
and turning slowly I beheld
a vanished presence far away."
"oh but that's priceless!" so they jeered,
and with mock sterness, "you don't say!"