An Unwanted Guest

This belle epoch awakes resemblance With times of plague in dark-bound books Allegedly, we’re on dependence Of history, with all its hooks I doubt this cliche, however This comer is a bit too smart And so it smells he’d stay forever Being handcrafted from the start He’s going to mature through the ages He’d bring the depth in water run He’ll pass all the required stages He wouldn’t stop, till work is done Then may he rest in rich man’s arbour Where ivy hangs down to the floor Last glimpse of lighthouse in the harbour Eroded pier, and ships galore A guest unwanted, he dissolves In wee small hours, when the air Is still at night, while breezing calls For morning star - and it is there.