Underneath the Mask - A Gothic Poem

Hello guys! Here's my attempt at a gothic poem inspired by Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven. Hope you like it :)

On one of many stormy midnights,

The lady sat on the creaking chair,

Mourning the loss of her husband,

But to bring up his memory she did not dare. 

She sought not to recall the events 

From which she suffered nightmares;

She sought not to remember his death,

So tragic that recalling it she could not bear.

It was when she was drowned in sorrow

That she heard a creak so faint,

And then again she heard it louder  

Until with dread her heart was constrained.

The lamplight shook and she shouted,

"Who's there?" but only her voice was echoed.

Then, without warning, the door opened wide,

And the ghost of her beloved invaded her abode.

The sight turned her face white as sheet.

At a loss of words, she could not speak,

And the ghost began to chastise her; 

"It's all your doing!" was all it shrieked.

And wildly the lamplight above her shook 

And the ghost began shrieking "Murderer!"

Finally, the grieving woman grew enraged 

And mask her crime she could no further.

Remorselessly, the woman confessed her deed.

And the ghost, angered by her blatant pride,

Was bent on taking his revenge from his wife,

While of her elaborate crime proudly she cried

Then, under the effect of the avenging ghost,

The lamplight shook with all its might 

And fell atop the lady whose sanity was long lost.

Finally avenged, the ghost slipped away into the night.