Silent amid the shadows
Outside my door,
The Watcher of the Threshold
Waits evermore.
One day the door will open,
And I shall see
The Watcher of the Threshold
Beckon to me.
And I must leave the firelight,
And seek the gloom
Where stands that shadowy figure
Outside my room.
In vain it is to question
Of how, or why,
The Watcher of the Threshold
Makes no reply.
Only amid the shadows
Silent he stands,
With eyes that hold a secret,
And folded hands.
Still standing in the darkness
Outside my door,
The Watcher of the Threshold
Waits evermore.