INTO DOORS OF THE LUCKNOW LABYRINTH

I was in the beat of this worn maze
trying to find ways out;
and since ‘twas nearly a half to midnight,
it was mandatory to be stout;
and in course of seconds I quivering slout
for a flew of lame bat in haze;
and Iregreted to refuse the help of light
thinking my eyes to have a lioned sight
in the unlit hour’s gloomy face.
And the moon was hid in the veil of a dense cloud,
whilst time had lost its speech for nonce;
and marking a funnel I held me bloat
and slipped fro the unseen arch at once:
ten different beasts did flaring flounce-
I’d deep into the dead bat’s crypt, and loud
shreiking I craved to outgo that throat
yet steadily over lethal unknowings I float
and egested from a slimy door,
I held me proud.
And invisibly I shortened a longroute vain
and yet reverted a once lost peace,
for knowing loss of mystery will be the fate
if emergent glow of dawn unsees burial;
midst through moonlight diffused like divine fleece,
there ample a door before me fixed a stain
and to pick and lead one I longstood wait but after a truck of hours found I a solitary gate
which I could lamelessly enter in no time or pain.