There, The Darkness Of Night: A Sestina

There, on a windy country path
At the stroke of a late starless night
Walks a man with a heart of pure darkness
Who carries a bloodied knife haunted
By souls that linger in the shadows
Where no light meets their eye

There, walks the lone man whose eye
Cannot see on the darkened path
Where no light but scary shadows
Stretch in his sight at late night
There, he is consumed by the haunted
Souls that drift in the darkness

There, in the cold deathly darkness
Emerges a shadow before the mans eye
There, the shadow brings the haunted
A deadly black mist that floats over the path
Where evil green eyes become the night
There, the darkness of night brings dark shadows

There, and there the evil dark shadows
Drift in the thick cold darkness
Now the souls bring another night
This darkness blankets the mans eye
Along this windy country path
Comes Death’s deadly haunted

There, the lone dark man is haunted
By not his souls, but the dark shadows
Of Death’s own chilly, horrifying path
There, the man falls into Death’s darkness
Here, he cannot see for his own eye
Now becomes the bitter cold night

There, drifts Death’s dark and black evil night
Slowly he glides with his forever haunted
Souls that bare an evil green eye
There, comes the forever damned shadows
Here, there is now Death’s pure darkness
There, Death drifts along the country path

Here, there is the night with the damned shadows
Of the haunted leaves the lone man in darkness
Where the mans eye now meets the country path