The Storm

A storm doles out this dismal night
Rain drops drizzle down cobblestone course
Beast and bird burrow safely till light

No stranger to me, this tatty leather chair
Shadows dancing, cast the flickering fire
A creatures den, for the wretched a lair
Hoping of hopes, dreaming of dreams
Of such I have lost all desire

Rain knocks on my door
Gloom enters once more
His attendance perceived
Lest my sanity leave
By the string that I cling as before

I long to surrender
The ability to remember
My fall into torments of hell
This chair, the fire, misery befall
The devils that dance on the floor