I sit in lonesome terror; Dark nights to my demise,
Seeking just amalgamation to seep away my fright.
This poignant night seems season's length,
Compunction lacking, this night does choose to unblinkingly devour all of my dwindling strength.
That tavern no longer appeals to me, no leisure does, no more-
For I have found such serenity, in this dark prime, behind my door.
The owls it seems have colluded with this ploy,
as their immutable cries does comply to this dark night. Who?
Who? I seek just one response.
I lack the least of dignity, I would resort to sir ponce?
This squalling does leave me to squalor in the dangling beam from that elliptical light.
My life now blotched by these unending fights,
gallantly I surrender this plight not priced, dark nights.

As someone who can relate to the comfortable agony of the dark side of that door, I admire your emergence from behind it. You make quite the entrance. A most excellent poem. Welcome to Mingle.

Ohhhhh Korewon.... What a nice treat. Take it from me "Welcome to the Dark side". There are not a lot of fans here who enjoy the dark. I hope to read some more from you. I find the deeper the person the darker their writings. The more shallow happy go lucky type, write almost whimsical tales of love and longing. Very much like a fairy tale they cannot shake from childhood. "Frolicking through the field with pretty flowers and enchanting butterflies....." all is good until reality shows up and never-never-land is gone. Now-now-land is better because it is very real. Now-now-land you can frolic but you will be eaten. Hahahaha!