The rain, the rain
those dark dreary nights
just sitting drinking coffee
by the flickering candle lights

the rain races
down the window
the fire burning down
left over embers a-glow

the rain leaves trails
in the frost
Keeping my eyes on these,
I get lost.

Its nearly midnight
and dark outside
but i have a light
so nothing can hide

the shadows are erie
and become more so
my eyes become weary
and my candle gets low

my light guides my steps
as i go up the stairs
its only one flight
so no need to be scared

The stairs creak and ache
as shadows are thrown
the stench of mildew
surely has grown.