Despite the dark of nightfall's scope,
With eyes as bright as the hottest star,
I see you enter the door that lay ope
In the nebulous black, vague, obscure.
I do fear much, but shadows, no more.
So why do you pay this visit at my door?
Have you come to claim a debt I owe?
I've paid my dues, I  think I know.
Oh! It is you, Sir Death, at my door!
Silly me, I thought you'd let me sliiiiide
Making house calls still? Yes, he replied.
He took me away, to return nevermore.