night horse

[billy]

when waking, like an animal, upon
summer's motherly call, the day people,
who strive and connect, without asking why,
view again the glades, and tranquil lakes, I
lie in wait for winter's breath, cold and tinged
with a lecher's disdain, eager to show
me his landscapes, like an art student,
zealous but talented. and so, with grim
and mournful heart, when my time does befall,
I stumble through this dense forest, like a
painted hall; dark wing of a hospital,
each tree a door concealing pain, until
I find you here again, my companion, my
sole survivor, my one other night horse.

i missed this one

i'd liked to have seen a decent rhyme scheme.
other than that if you didn't know it was a sonnet it wouldn't make a difference. you told addy what it was about but none the less i'll reply as what i took from it.;

at first it felt werewolvish. i dismissed vampyre's
then as i read it it the imagary led me to think of unicorns. (i'm not tripping, honestly)
it has a longing ingrained in the words and images.
and only one simile.

the poem itself is quite compelling.
thanks for the read jack.