Oh Blackened Knight, murderer of my day, Your wicked sword severed my vision's strings And made me small like earthly creepy things Which find sweet life by digging in the clay Until their bodies to dust finally decay. You, fleeting phantom, fraught with sooty wings Whose noiseless flutter forever my death bell rings, Have won from me in spite of my soul's affray. I span the hollow of my stricken eyes While daily, here I must patiently sit, A victim of fate's uncanny and cowardly stealth. Oh why did you blot out the beauty of the skies, And smother me in eternity's gruesome pit Without a cause, until I'm claimed by death? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW THE GREAT GUEST CAME by EDWIN MARKHAM I WOULD LIVE IN YOUR LOVE by SARA TEASDALE CINQUAIN: SUSANNA AND THE ELDERS by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY THE REVENGE; A BALLAD OF THE FLEET by ALFRED TENNYSON AT GIBRALTAR by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY COUNTRY SALE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |