In Adam Chamber's
ghastly chamber
locked away
a little young maiden.

Screams and screams
once more
to top the rule.
No more.

A squealing floor;
it might be Chamber
at the door.
Waiting, forever more.

Steps now hasten,
a sudden stop!
"Stop screaming",
a voice from a fog.

She hears the keys
in the lock; a click.
Mean grunting,
while it flicks.

The door now open
and darkness follows.
On the wall
now only a shadow

is what remains
of the little young maiden.