Lo! How I missed you there.

 A Haar befell my pensive estate
was it by chance or was it by fate?
that the chilling wind illed my embrace.
as I was conscripted into the grip of the fog
and pursued by the baleful eyes of the monstrous black dog.

The encumbrance that I faced
was a tremendous woe as I paced
brooding on a certainty
that this twas nothing more but idle fantasy.

Oh! how I have missed eloquence from your Quill
it sits on my desk there now, evermore still.
Hope for me  that no Gehenna awaits my  import
as my soul stole leaves this mortal port
and beggeth  safe passage to an Elysian field
where my heart, my love,  will  find  a place to bield.

My fears and tormented doubts
like the damned, fill my mind with awful shouts.
grotesque and much akin to gargoyle skin
as between Scylla and Charybdis,I cannot win.

I hunger hour upon hour for a glint of respite
but be that as it may,it appeareth not in ill tempered spite.
The hourglass sands poureth out from under me
quickening like a sinking pit pulling me into a mire of misery.
Twere it not a bogle haunted world this one
Hermes would sendeth this letter of care
I would hold in my arms a love more rare
and behold your emerald Selenelike stare.
Lo! How I missed you there.