Up In The Loft

Up the backless staircase,

to the dark ahead

This is the loft of my place,

with memories long dead

Oh, but yesterday I heard it,

with it's haunting mournful cry,

I don't know how I'll word it,

but I'll look it in the eye

CHORUS:

Something's Up in the loft,

better shake it down

Cobweb trim on a corseted gown,

Mirrors reflecting an alien face,

daggers dissecting and leaving no trace

Something's Up in the Loft

A brown and binded ledger,

with a spider squished inside

I trimmed it with the edger,

but the stain I couldn't hide

I glanced upon it's pages,

my heart had filled with dread

"Thou art doomed throughout the ages",

was all the damned thing said

BRIDGE:

Shadows dancing on the wall,

Footsteps sounding down the hall,

The candle's short but the flame burns tall,

Something's Up in the Loft

I dusted off the steamer trunk,

I broke the frozen latch

I opened to some slimy gunk,

with an egg about to hatch

The room filled with a thin glow,

the egg began to sway

So I threw it out the window,

and watched it fly away