haiku poetry

tell me less or tell me more
in his guarded tent
still thirteen years
happiness
the lightning flashed, and lifted
up and down he goes
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
better than granite
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
lo! 'tis a gala night
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
i gazed upon the glorious sky
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
for these white arms about my neck