Outside, a dark and stormy night;
I hear a knocking at my door.
I open with my heart affright
And see a doorway, nothing more.

I turn back towards the candle light
That flickers bravely through the hall
And through the dark I catch a sight
Of what my spirit fears to call.

A whisper fainter than a breeze,
A shimmering of hopelessness;
A falling twilight through the trees,
The sum of all my nothingness.

It glides along to touch my face
And takes the dreams that I have known;
A phantom lover’s last embrace
That leaves me broken and alone.