Defunct Night

Afore the dusk My soul's frail, lone, and goner Sadness cover' me like a busk Concern' who's to be the new coiner? While only nix available was flunk Onset of the defunct night. I falter in gripe on the cot Just as a caged cat surround' by rats My soul start' roving around the spot The air taken began choking As helpless baby, my elephant was on squat I thought the defunct bell was ringing. After a deep sleep I woke to get myself in fear Enclos' by bystanders in weep My floor fill' with drops of rain Us' as arctic for the high degrees All were mysteries of the defunct night.