The Wailing Knight

The night was listening To the silent drums of chilling Mightyness draging so slow by decades, cumbersome so lowly Once in heavy daylight! Musty thought brain thou hold! fusty look now flesh prefer.......... We wail at poor last close of the no more opening eye we wail and wail to the distance so that is all about life? - I pose an erotema! For now the bloom has withered The libraries are raised down Alas! The knight had gone