The door.

In timeless breaths

it bites, gnaws at my soul.

Hammering at the door.

.

“Where is your master!”

Bellowing whilst he crawls

None withstanding, crashing upon the door.

.

“The master is I, and I master none!”

Shouting, raving to a score

Silent reply and silence heard only by the door.

.

Yet, Still I lay a-waiting

Forever abound by this droll

Crashing and rasping upon the door.

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