It was a dark and story night,
And I was on a flight,
When I encountered fright,
And yet I could not flight,
As I was ON a flight,
A flight of fright at night.

My fright was not of night,
Of lack of light, of poor eye sight.

With all my might,
I fought the fight,
Of being right.
And this despite,
I rhymed not right.

My writings trite?
I cannot write?
Please do not slight;
Arrange some letters.
Write something better!