At night, alone*
My lantern shows the woods as stark
in the moonless night, bleak and cold.
The dog is barking into the dark.
(go to the cabin, as to an ark,
and think not of those tales of old)
My lantern shows the woods as stark.
I’ll wait for dawn to disembark,
or for that friend who may be bold.
The dog is barking into the dark.
The smell of wet earth and bark
creeps over the porch and threshold.
My lantern shows the woods as stark.
There is nothing seen, nor one to hark.
All senses numbed as in a blindfold.
The dog is barking into the dark.
Why is darkness death’s trademark?
Oh, would there be just one to scold.
My lantern shows the woods so stark.
The dog is barking at the dark.
*villanette
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