Midnight Discovery Poem by Shaun Paul Clark

Upon a midnight of lone decent
The death of my love I long repent
An eminent maiden from days of yore
I evermore grieve in absent adore

My rest is halted by commotion
Of which I have the least of notion
Unbarring the door I stride to explore
This occult ruction of which I deplore

Afront my stable I spot a maid
Upon her dismount atop her jade
The Maid:
'Might thee spare a night's bed, for I'm weary
And allay me from this late-night dreary? '

Myself:
'Enter fair lass, thus procure thee heat
I'll fain fullfill that which thou entreat
Of your arrival my only query
Why do thee trek on a night so leery? '

The Maid:
'My dwelling vanished amidst fire
And my family it did mire
Rendered destitute, In dolor I fled
To an unmapped journey of ceaseless dread.'

Myself:
'Alas, dear maiden our fates' entwine
Our families rest in leas divine
In supernal fortune, to me you're led
I beseech thee to rest upon my bed.'

The Maid:
'Our grief shall end by love's devotion
In ageless days of still emotion
When dawn arises upon the night's gloom
I'll amble the aisle with you as my groom.'

Myself:
'Yes dear maiden we'll wed the morrow
Thus evermore shall cease our sorrow
In ample adore forever abloom
I grasp thee in vow unto our world's doom.'