In barren house I walk, alone, shaking
Labyrinthine halls, stretch into blackness
Wager I did make…fool undertaking
To back out now would surely be tactless
The wind, the wind, the wind, forever blowing
‘Twas that a wolf howl?...ringing in mine ear
Air is icy cold, outside its snowing
Footsteps ‘neath my feet, do echo with fear
Flashlight is now dead, I feel…through cold tomb
A door somewhere opens, I hear…the lock
Where can it be, perchance in the next room?
My hand finds handle…and then…faint knock
I fling door open…Dagger plunges in
Last sight I see… crazed wife’s “victory” grin
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