Twice, upon my doorstep
evil's face has drawn nigh.
I fear that it may someday
Find his way inside.
Oh, sweet protection of my door!
I envy not the streetworld
For this day of wicked lot
hath many not endured.
The darkness drowns the outside
The fear and sadness wail
A little nick nock at my door
and frightful face doth pail.
"It's come!" I hoarsely cry
all hope inside is fleeing!
The wicked darkness always claims,
or else it never leaves.
Small voice says "Come, join me!
We all are gaily playing!"
Despite knowing what darkness brings
this trigger makes me submit.
I peak the door, but an inch
and in sprung big ol' Satan!
"You knew, you fool, what awaited you
and still you simply gave in!"
-Christine Stone Mooth
