Gentleman From The Night Poem by Harish Mudaliar

Dare not to sleep! ! !
Through your senses he would creep
till the myriad rays knock those panes
Else my honest effort is just a wane

Pull your lazy eyes out of trance
don't let the lust to give a chance
in the pitch dark night he would trill
The trees and breeze are at his will

Never fear the gruesome wolves
nor trust the charming allure
the holy cross would guard your side
and acrid garlic shall further guide

Not without your invite can he come
against our assault he would stand firm
no else way for you, than being bold
or he would leave you lying dead and cold

Not that I doubt your devotion for the lord
still the sinful senses see an absurd thought
Your feeble heart might give away
to his grandeur and may ask him stay

On your neck he will mark an evil sign
and would poison your virgin bloodline
not the hearts of these men so inclined
to see there love hunt like an evil kind