• Standing in the dark
    The betwixed halls all alined
    I see that is there
    As I turn I hear a noise,
    So I look again
    To my eyes I see nothing
    Once again I leave.

    More and more noises I hear
    They sound as if they’re following me
    But every time I turn around,
    There is nothing to see
    As I turn to the door
    It disappears out of sight

    Next I see an unfamiliar land
    What is this I see?
    It is 1921!