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The Caller

The night was cold, wet, and dreary
The creatures whispered off in the night
Th fog rolled in, a chill set in
and a knock rang out in the night

The air had a tingle of mystery
Opportunity waiting around every bend
The Countess awoke to a knock at the door
and no servant around for her to send

The Countess kept yelling
but there were no servants in sight
She would have to get up herself
and find out why the knocking in the middle of the night

The house was dark and dreary
The Countess's light didn't shine very bright
She held the lamp high when she opened the door
And peered outside to see who it was in the night

The caller was slender and handsome
His demeanor was soft, like his voice 
But he had kind remarks, so she invited him in
The Countess would entertain no other choice
She had always been a good hostess
She took his coat at the door
The caller thanked her kindly
and began explaining what he'd came there for

The caller seemed genuine and true
His eyes lit up when he spoke her name
She could tell that he loved her
No other man had looked at her the same
The Countess was thrilled
ecstatic down inside to her little girl
A prince had to come to sweep her off of her feet
She was the luckiest woman in the world
He bowed to her every wish
needed to follow her every command
She basked and reveled in the attention
Cherish every moment she was in demand

The passion he showed for her ideas
the need so apparent in his eyes
Made it difficult to tell him no
the caller saw right through her lies
The Countess was holding back
you could read it in her eyes
it was difficult to tell him no
The caller saw right through her lies
She saw the passion on his face
the raw desire in his eyes
The Countess couldn't bare to tell him no
the caller saw right through her lies

Her mind wanders
absently peering off into the morning light
Quietly reminiscing
thinking of the caller from the middle of the night 


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  1. Date: 1/18/2009 6:22:00 AM

    A great mystery. It kept me in suspense wondering why she even let this stranger in...Great little story poet. Continue to share.