The Vagrant (Villanelle)

He crawled like darkness upon the land

His clothing as old as creation

This monstrous looking odorous man

In despair he stretched out his hand

Moulded in a world of depression

He crawled like darkness upon the land

The vagrant shivered in the stand

A prisoner of desolation

This monstrous looking odorous man

I wanted to understand

This stranger’s lamentation

He crawled like darkness upon the land

With no clue of his future’s plan

But next day was a day of affliction

For this monstrous looking odorous man

I served him food in a pan

To erase his tribulation

He crawled like darkness upon the land

This monstrous looking odorous man