Pale porous leaves drifted with the gusts,
The raging wind set its lugubrious tone
A tree branch crackled and iron rusts,

My white-hot lantern dimly shone
A beacon against icy drops of frigidity and pain
Within this hellish maelstrom I stand, here alone.

Like careless needles came down the rain
My inaudible whispers stumbled from my lips
The restless gaze shifted as hope did feign

Chutes of moonlight crept through the crypts
The smoke-like gases that crowded the sky
Rolling above me like unraveled scripts

At last, I lift my head as if to stretch up and fly
Bring up my arms like a windmill, I bellow
"Love! It is me who beckons, but why, why?

My eyes see not the insanity, but rather the mellow.
Reflecting your image into my soul, my mind
Your example of serenity sets me a good fellow

My one cry is you I wish to find...
The allegorical meanings of this work
They may not clarify to you in your mind.

How I wish you knew...


*end*


Note: "terza rima" is a style of writing found in Dante Alighieri's "The Divine Comedy." It goes ABA, BCB, CDC, DED, and so on.