A Return To the Past -Triple Monorhyme

At the arrival of the winter storm, stretching for a mile, a bockout occurred in a rural town famed for its exquisite wine; it became very dark as the lights went out in every house... I felt scarier than a hopeless prisoner in bondage, but an idea struck me while I stepped on a fleeing mouse. And while the moonbeams filtered in invitingly, and the crickets sang me their awkward melody...I couldn't live in darkness and feel safe! The willows of the reef seemed phantoms moving towards me... I had a red candle never being used and its glow could have safeguarded me; at least, I would have had some light shedding on me to keep them away from me! Didn't poets of long ago write by dim candlelight? Weren't they often taken by rage? They used quills to make their work even harder writing in medieval style! I wasn't expecting a return to the past...it could have caused a disastrous fire... if I had fallen asleep! But for Heaven's sake, I lived for passion, not waiting to flee! My sonnet had to be written throughout that time for my inspiration to survive! Entered in Russell Sivey's contest, " Candlelight "