One gloomy midnight, while I sat in sorrow
With ancient and skeptical numbers of books
While I was asleep, I began to hear a tap
A soft tap, on my door
"Just a Jehovah's Witness" I muttered, "knocking on my door
It could only be them."
Bruh, I remember it was a cold December
And dying fire created a shadow
Dude, can it be tomorrow already? I'm trying to be patient
These books create sorrow, for my lost Bae Lenore
For the unique baddie the angels named Lenore
The name I'll never forget
My certain beefing with the wind
Gave me a chills, it scared me like never before
My heart racing I continue to say
"It's just a Jehovah's Witness at my door
A late Jehovah's Witness at my door
Just that and nothing else."
My knees grew stronger and I couldn't stand it anymore
'Mr' I said 'Ms', I'M SORRY
I was asleep and you made this noise
Then you knocked on my door
Once I was positive that I heard you, I open the door and...
Nothing, nothing at the door but darkness
Staring in the darkness, my curiosity and fear grew
Dreaming the strange and impossible
Still silent, the darkness gave me no answer
Only word whispered was 'Lenore'
Then an echo 'Lenore'
Only this and nothing else.
Going back inside my house, my body began to ache
once again I heard the tapping, but louder
‘Duh’ I said ‘ Duh it's coming from the window
let me see wassup, my mind wrapped this mystery
my heart stopped for the moment and this mystery
It's just the wind and nothing else.