Room 666

A stranger's night in the eerie chamber of 666, turns into absolute terror, when he meets the willowy man.

I
Tic tock the clock of the hallway at midnight calls,
Quickening the indwellers of the house of madness,
As the rotten specks of dust heave through the walls,
When the murky wails are heard amain of sadness.
II
Bedevil'd is the giggling of the souls that roam askew,
From room to room, and from door to door knowingly,
Haunting the old stairway to hell alive and fresh anew,
As floors creak'd with footsteps of the dead flowingly, 
III
Mr. CoIe was shortly awaken'd by shrieks loud and grim, 
As he had lain upon the brass bed of his room above ere,
And he felt the warm breath of a wight breathing upon him,
But yet, he could not see anything hovering lurking there.
IV
He rose to his feet with his body drowsy and careworn, 
Until he raught the edge of the doorknob to go outside,
When the doorknob start'd to sway side to side timeworn,
Making him stop thereafter, within his fretful steps inside.
V
The door thus slowly open'd wide as he look'd beyond,
And had walk'd out onto the hallway with such leery feet,
Seeking those heedful answers that he was not o'erfond,
Whence the bold world of the living and the dead meet.
VI
Lo in behold, 'twas a shadowy and willowy man he saw,
As he walk'd swiftly onto the farthest corner steering away,
Where he call'd upon him as he follow'd his steps and flaw,
But as Mr. Cole got closer, he dwin'd in the mist straightway.
VII
Thence, he head'd back to his room that was batter'd,
Whilst the night became colder as his body shiver'd,
And as he went inside, he witness'd a window shatter'd, 
With the branches of the tree that made him quiver'd.
VIII
The branches shap'd themselves into shears that clasp'd,
As he want'd to astert the room of the dread of evil he felt,
Knocking him down onto the ground as his mouth gasp'd,
Whilst those harrowing words of a warning were spelt.
IX
"Beware the thralls of the Hades have awaken'd anon!"
He read these words written in a shade of blood dripping,
But Mr. Cole's body was too listless with shock thereon,
And the fresh draperies of his room were quickly ripping. 
X
Then he saw there nigh sitting in a settee in tawdriness, 
The odd guise of a sackless fiend who the sinners know,
As he sat smiling at him, with a brazen smug of loftiness,
And well-groom'd with all black and a top hat and bow.
XI
"Come hither my dear friend, for thou seemest aghast!"
The daring words spoken by the wretch'd devil himself,
Who was not the man he had thought to see walking fast,
And who had truly beseem'd from the nothingness itself. 
XII
"Who are you, haunting me within my nightmare wroth?"
Mr. Cole ask'd him staring into the depth of his eyes then,
"The owner of this hoary house wielding doom," he quoth,
Mr. Cole ask'd, "Why, have you chosen to haunt me when?" 
XIII
He began to drown in the wet and pouring sweat of his skin.
"Forwhy, I came for thy soul before the coming of daylight,
For I gather the souls of the outcasts and the curs'd of sin,
And thy worthy soul was chosen for the underworld tonight."
XIV
"Begone devil, and let me be now, for I am not dead, I am free!"
Mr. Cole shout'd with strength, as he ran outside of the room,
"Thou mayest flee from me dullard, but I shall be behind thee,
And thou shalt be trapp'd fore'er within this maze of gloom!"
XV
Mr. Cole han run afterwards, with his body fully drench'd,
With the madness that had drawn him into the pit of hell, 
"Run, for the night is young, and my thirst is not quench'd!"
The wight spoke to him cunningly, whilst he had start'd to yell.
XVI
He hid behind the tall clock that had struck at se'en o'clock,
Deafening his ears and reaching the other side of the dark hall,
And he had shut his eyes and abid'd for the following tick tock,
As Mr. Cole open'd them, he saw the light of dawn upon the wall.
XVII
A well-bred man stood before him as he dread'd the gore,
"Sir, you were wandering the house mad the whole night."
Mr. Cole rose to his feet and saw the ghastly fiend no more,
"Bloody be the Devil that awoke, for blest is a sight of light!"
XVIII
"A bloody nightmare you had before sir!" he said to him,
As he led him back up the long stairs to his room to sleep,
Where he lain upon his bed to forget this dream too dim, 
And his weary body wan'd into a sleep that was soon deep.  
XIX
As the innkeeper lock'd the door, he saw a swarm of flies, 
"O don't fret my boy, for the children shall be coming soon,
Welcome to the room 666," he chuckl'd with his beady eyes,
As a stark darkness of the night had oncame with the moon.
XX
When Mr. Cole sought to rise from the bed his body clench'd,
In the iron shackles that kept him stuck to the bed steadily,
"I said, the night was young and my thirst was not quench'd."
Mr. Cole scream'd at the fiend he had seen kenching readily.