Just an update of the poem for everybody:
Who never moans, never causes a stir
She lived in an orphanage and that's where she'll stay
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.