Once upon a night and a poltroon,

 

The gloom conquers and was weary eating me;
The moonlight reigns but I yield a loan,
Lopsided happiness dam drained potent to me.
I am down, erectly seated on the throne of groan,
As I by theirs, the meta sirens rushed my leisure;
The canopy above was stained by erroneous lone,
I dispense my blood so I’m out of brain and measure.
Strongly I need next my underworld the tongues,
I conceit my weakness, neglect my abysm;
To which should I, to fly my wings in waterbanks,
I should speak now, but my blue eyes locked lovism.
And me, trying to conquer the tempest taunt,
Possesses my mind for thinking yet no feet to hike.