The Phantom Door

Upon a door ghost's throbbing bangs unfold,
Who enters here is cold in sobbing's fire,
Come gentleman in dire be now so bold,
Your note in fear is pitch by sounds attire.
What throng despair is this in scene's relief,
A phantom's haven in belief this night,
Where Raven Horror in a howling brief,
Does raise a told of darkness in this fright.
Yet sightless Ghoul of terror stirr's much more,
Than dread by mindless shrieks in errie height,
Whose echo with night's clangs upon harps door,
Make such daemonic sounds in lost soul's might.
So banging tat raves in the entrance hall,
Till Raven near haunts with this psychic call!