free poem

in an old chamber softly lit
since i have felt the sense of death
brief on a flying night
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
last midnight
royal feast was done
to come so soon to this imagined dark
one sweetly solemn thought
he'd even have his joke
out of the deep and the dark
there by the window in the old house
long ago, in the young moonlight
arched the flood
night is dark, and the winter winds