Man of The Night

A gothic poem that's speaker is stuck in a dark traumatic memory.

Oh mysterious man of the night,
won't you shine your torch so bright?
For I remember somewhere in the pouring rain,
and how I learned to bear the pain.

Oh mysterious man of the night,
won't you grant me everlasting sight?
For I remember something deep in my brain,
it's a memory that clings just like a chain.

Oh mysterious man of the night,
won't you be my guiding light?
For I remember something that is profane,
it's something that's not quite humane.

Oh mysterious man of the night,
won't you help me take off this blight?
For I remember that dark day on the train,
the unforgiving day when I lost Mary Jane.

Oh mysterious man of the night,
won't you free me from my fight?
For I remember seeing her red stain,
on the side of the train's windowpane.

Oh mysterious man of the night,
won't you realize this knot is tight?
For I remember holding her in vain,
before I saw your suitcase and cane.

Oh mysterious man of the night,
do you now see why I write?
For I remember lying in the pouring rain,
alongside the tracks, being broken in pain.