HOME OF DARKNESS

The bright rider urges on his steeds Fleeing from the dark night's misdeeds. I lift up a wearied eye To spy on darkness nigh. The heart suddenly fails, Cold wind evenly flails. You relish the warmth of the fireplace But I shiver without a comforting match; The icy cold is tearing at my face, Surely its a bad cold I'm going to catch As you cosily hug the orthopedic. Where will I lie with my troubles tonight? What will shelter me from the indifferent rain? Will I tomorrow see the bright daylight? It feels plausible to jump off life's pain train!