UPDATE: Poem

Just an update of the poem for everybody:

There once was a girl named Lucy Firr

Who never moans, never causes a stir
She lived in an orphanage and that's where she'll stay

The shame is her friends never ask her to play

They just run about their childish deeds

Without a thought or glance as this girl recedes

Into the darkness isolated and alone

While the orphanage owner sits high on her throne

The orphanage owner is horrible and fat

Lucy's only true friend is the orphanage cat

He pays her attention he'll let her come play

And in turn for his comfort she allows him to stay

High up in the orphanage inside a small room

Lucy and the cat will play in the gloom

Rather than games such as hide and seek

Lucy would rather play torture the weak

She scares the children with spiders through floors

And howling loudly at night throwing novels at doors

The orphanage children who are frozen with fright

Lie aware of the things that go bump in the night

One morning when Lucy lie awake in her bed

Sudden thoughts rushed through her and filled her with dread

A memory? A dream? A nightmare perhaps?

Whatever it was had caused her to collapse

When she next awoke she was surrounded by black

And when footsteps approached she was forced to step back

Impaired by the darkness leaving her blind

As she reached on wary of what she might find

In a desperate attempt Lucy grasped at the door

But found a soft comfort that she'd felt before

When she opened her eyes she felt like a prat

As she gazed up aware of the orphanage cat

Let me know what you think of the last two lines, they're meant to relieve some of the tension from the previous lines, but are they disturbing the feel of the poem? Please comment.