I sit here quietly.
I sit here alone.
I sit here rocking,
The danger I have known.

The dangerous effect,
Love has on your heart,
Betrayal of the first,
Heartache now erect.

A knocking at the door,
I curl in a ball,
I Hide,
A vase it the floor.

Thunder and lightning,
I still do hide,
I now wonder,
What’s beyond this door that is so frightening?

This giving greed,
This peaceful disposition,
This unearthly fear,
My heart beats with no need.

A knocking at the door,
I unravel my ball,
I step to the ground,
In this witch’s moor.

The door did knock one more time,
My heart did skip another beat,
I move through this clear fog,
As my fears did chime.

I got out of the thickness,
I got out of that hole,
I gathered my strength,
Against this wickedness.

I thought to myself about that handle,
The dark light in my mind grew stronger.
I reach out from about my shroud,
To reveal this evil scandal.

I twisted and turned,
My heart still skipping,
Beat after beat,
The logs of fear were burnt.

I through open the door and to my surprise,
It was me,
It was I,
I seen with my own eyes.

My mind is puzzled,
My heart is spent,
My hand do tremble,
My mouth is muzzled.

Just than in a moment of new found light,
I seen the real being,
I seen it wasn’t me,
I seen I wasn’t right.

If I was wrong and my eyes were fooled,
How can my heart be trusted?
How can my hands not tremble?
How come evil does rule?

There is an end,
And this could be it,
Than I give you my heart,
Also my eyes I do lend.

Back to my chair,
But with another knock,
My thoughts were true,
There was something there.

I opened the door,
I turned the handle,
I did jump back,
Back into the moor.

My heart tried to beat,
My hands tried to tremble,
My mind tried to puzzle,
But my end I did meet.