As I gently crept down the stairs

I couldn’t help but look to the right,

And as every single haunting day

What I saw gave me a fright.

 

The Old Grandfather Clock

Was staring directly at me,

But this was no ordinary clock

It seemed as though it could see.

 

As I walked across the dark room

The eyes would slowly follow,

My body would start to quake and shiver

And it took all of my strength to swallow.

 

“BOOM”! cried the bell

From inside its chest,

To strike the sound of midnight

And this night was certainly not the best.

 

The clock had not worked for years

But it did on this very cold hour,

I guess I will never know the secrets

of the clock or its hidden power.