Unfinished Poems

#3 Mystery at Ernsingham's gate

When the corpses pile high

And the trees failed to flower

When the starved thirsted

Under frozen eternal night

The White Kings will fail to show

Thence (my) Midnight evermore

At Ernsingham's gothic gate

I arrived by the name anon

Per the r'quest of a man

By the name Rochett Rennes

Rennes had an appearance

Of early youth and beauty

But upon my investigate prior

I learnt he was several my age

And knew that this mission

Was no longer in the natural

But that suits me perfectly

This I thought while I awaited.

Ah! There he is.

Out on the opposite paveways

A figure that matched the photo

Who stood out motionless,

And out of picture in the grey

Dreary, cemetery-like place

"You must be Mr Rennes,"

I offered with well-tipped smile

And greatly we shook hands