Old Friend, Midnight Host (poetry)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There's a ghost, clad in white, creeping like a taunting, meager wight, At the foot of my bed, as I am sleeping; it's haunting eke a fright... Behold! yonder hast a companion - a comrade flaunting in my sight! I'm old but fonder, fast, of younger canon: when ilk o' this here I could fight... Thy company be dankest pitch and jet of evil make; so unright and might Is what I must here muster; midnight matters may make me madder en y plight... So's told wonders wander wild while well-weeping within wily webs o' whither blight! I'm old but yonder, alas, asunder cramming thilke o' amiss'n years o' them alight. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ An original piece of poetry, written by Erik Pierro