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