Oh Blackened Knight, murderer of my day, Your wicked sword severed my vision's strings And made me small like earthly creepy things Which find sweet life by digging in the clay Until their bodies to dust finally decay. You, fleeting phantom, fraught with sooty wings Whose noiseless flutter forever my death bell rings, Have won from me in spite of my soul's affray. I span the hollow of my stricken eyes While daily, here I must patiently sit, A victim of fate's uncanny and cowardly stealth. Oh why did you blot out the beauty of the skies, And smother me in eternity's gruesome pit Without a cause, until I'm claimed by death? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AIR: 'CAPTAIN JINKS' by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS HUDSON RIVER ANTHOLOGY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A WORD TO THE WEST END by THOMAS ASHE THE FROZEN GRAIL (TO PEARY AND HIS MEN) by ELSA BARKER THE TRUE LOVE-KNOTT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT SIR JOHN FRANKLIN by GEORGE HENRY BOKER A CHILD IS BORN by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY |