13 August 2012
In a dark dark house, Was a door, Made of mahogany, As was the floor.
In a dark dark house, Was a room, With another door, A cold place, colder than a tomb.
In a dark dark house, Was a doorknob, Not very neat, A gold unfinished blob.
In a dark dark house , Was a key, That fitted in the door's keyholes, And the door unlocks for me.
In a dark dark house, Is my prison cell, I was unlocking a door, And into it I fell...
The Dark Dark House • Opuss № I