A Rocking Chair

Lying in bed rifling through dreams  
I heard a creak, not all is as it seems  
It came from the drawing room
I lit a lamp and took a walk through the hallway gloom
 
There it sat, a rocking chair
Sounds were still on the midnight air
Nothing wrong, not a peep
I turn around and retreat to sleep
 
On the morrow all was normal  
The day was drab and work was formal
Upon return I had a brandy before bed  
Traipsing toward slumber to rest my weary head
 
As I snuffed the wick......a creak, "Tis nothing", I dismissed
Creaaaaak......."I'm hearing things", I persist
The incessant noise woke me in a rouse
I scrambled out of bed still in a drowse  
 
Traversing through black, into the room I burst
As the door opened, all noise dispersed
The chair, in the same spot it was placed  
From left to right my weary eyes traced
 
All night it continued!
I awoke agitated, in a grim mood
Every step I took, the creaking followed!  
Like a walking corpse, my eyes hollowed
 
The sound unrelenting, I could stand it no more!
I grabbed the damned chair and smashed it on the floor
Finally, some semblance of solace  
"Maybe tomorrow I'll awake like Adonis"
 
"Now I can finally get some-" creaaaaak