The thing he said would
come in the night at three
From the old churchyard on the
But crouching by an oak fire's
I tried to tell myself it could
Surely, I mused, it was pleasantry
Devised by one who did not truly
The Elder Sign, bequeathed from
That sets the fumbling forms
of darkness free.
He had not meant it - no - but
still I lit
Another lamp as starry Leo climbed
Out of the Seekonk, and a steeple
Three - and the firelight faded,
bit by bit.
Then at the door that cautious
rattling came -
And the mad truth devoured me
like a flame!