HERMIT's BALLAD

Leant i against the wall so still,
So well of a dungeon where i dwell,
There no cupid spares a thought to eye,
no traces of love,merely dreams to sell !

Mere a cot where me i lay,
o stars! the simulated glow of thine,
the day blesseth there few spells of ray,
the night passeth so well,good grace divine !

Each episode of life seemed a war,
i partook,was slain & born again,
the epics i left,they mock,they mar,
the newborn i with utter disdain !

Ceiling mirrors the memories i recall,
my adobe a secluded dome of hell,
where whimsical souls of poets marshal,
we hover around the verse brothel !!