Happy Birthday to #9

I do not know, as yet, if you have heard
about the poet who rules the night
with chiseled stanzas and surpassing word,
 
like the sort that might give werewolves delight.

He champions the old and gothic whimsey
like Edgar Allan Poe, or some old ghost,
whose haunting voice is not weak or flimsy
like some daytime T.V. talk show host.

Oh, the time has come for all to witness
the genius of my nocturnal thought
and glorious linguistic fitness...
the kind, you know, that just can't be bought.

But hold! The bells have struck! Your day is here!

Happy Birthday from...The Midnight Sonneteer!