He stood by the door,
with sweating hands.
He opened the chamber door,
and fell silent once more.
He saw it move,
and wondered if the monster would disapprove.
He placed his foot in,
and snatched his things,
ran to his friends;
to shout,
tell about the deceiver:
"He lied about the demon",
he cried out.
"It was not crimson,
nor a menace,
it was an old cat,
that slept,
on the mat."
