Candle-lite flickering, shadows loomed.
Bringing an uneasy feeling across the room.

I sat on my rocking chair, my favourite reading nook.
Got all nestled in and picked up the good Lords book.

Fear not! Sayith the Lord! Was the first thing I read.
The sounds I heard next drained the blood from my head.

A Hideous scraping sound chased by a foreboding thump.
Dropped the good book and stood straight off my ****.

Frighteningly harry and rigid, my blood pressure dropped.
****** forth my candle... Oh thank the Lord it’s only the mop.