The door is locked, My egress blocked – From here, there’s no escape.
But where is there? The walls of air Refuse to take a shape.
There’s only light, No stair in sight, As mist gives way to mist.
I’ve found no key, No hope for me Is certain to exist.
“Who’s there?” I cry; Out there I spy A figure moving round.
The man I see Then, suddenly, Fades out without a sound.
My voice grows hoarse But, then, of course No answer is in store -
This dismal curse Grows ever worse, Trapped here forever more.