On a dark, dark street

On a dark, dark night

Stood a dark, dark house

With a dim spark of light

From a second story window

Like candlelight, was red

And through the bottom right-most pane

It faintly creeping, ghostly bled

Up the dark, dark path

Up the dark, dark steps

Through the dark, dark door

With my thin, shallow breaths

I trembled in the foyer

In the crumbling decay

Abandoned, all was hopeless

I should turn and run away

But the dark, dark walls

With their paint-smeared stares

Moaned their dark, deep voices

And led me up the stairs

Up the dark, dark stairs

To a dark corridor

A long dark tunnel

That ended at a door

The dark door stood

Looked at me without fear

Whispered dark, dark words

Whispered for me to come near

So I crept through the dark

Down the dark, dark hall

Every inch was suspense

Every nearing footfall

Then at last I had come

To this dark, dark door

With its ponderous presence

Looming ceiling to the floor

I took no breath

I made no sound

I reached my hand out

And let it wrap around

The knob, it twisted right

With a dark, low scrape

And I pushed and opened wide

Letting light at once escape

For there in the corner

Before the bottom right-most pane

Flickered one single fire

One little flinching flame

It shone in my eyes

In this dark, dark room

And I slowly moved toward it

Through the stale, empty gloom

I stroked the warm air

That haloed round its spark

Then grabbed the dripping candlestick

And held it in the dark

I hold it closely to me

I keep the drafts away

I protect its burning

And in that room I stay

In this dark, dark room

In this dark, dark house

I never let it die

I never put it out

Its lonely little shimmer

Its tiny warming ray

Is my light in the darkness

In this dark, dark place.