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.
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