Dark Poet - Villanelle

 
I hear sounds in the dark hour that bite,
There is a reason I'm all hunkered down,
Upon my window salivates the night.

I sit here with all my candles and write,
Dreaming of my lady in satin gowns,
I hear sounds in the dark hour that bite.

My woman believes I am her White Knight,
But times such as now I feel like a clown,
Upon my window salivates the night.

Wonder what she'd think if she knew my fright?
I sit here writing, wearing a half crown,
I hear sounds in the dark hour that bite.

I hope that she never knows of my plight,
As I write by candles in my ghost town,
Upon my window salivates the night.

My last name is Poe, and fear I invite,
My sweet Annabel's smile will be a frown.
I hear sounds in the dark hour that bite.
Upon my window salivates the night.

©September 17, 2016 / Jerry Pat Bolton