narrative poetry

somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
royal feast was done
sad are they who know not love
the ancient songs
long ago, in the young moonlight
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
passing through huddled and ugly walls
do the boys and girls still go
master of human destinies am i
why do you always stand there shivering
birds against the april wind
gone before us
did you ever see an alligator