I was taken in by your title, it caught my interest, as I am drawn to the dark, Your poem flows well for one line to the next and from verse to verse. Your language usage is imaginative and inviting.

Suggestions:

remove the second
For here I stand at last,
On the edge of the world
With no friend and no kin

as it is redundunt and the rest of the poem will only be inhanced by the removal of the second echo of those lines:

At last, I stand now
On the edge of the world
With no friend and no kin

O life! Thou fiendish autumn
For thou shed from me
The green leaves of bliss
All the glamour and glitz
And cast me away into the desolate places

There, my eyes no longer saw
Upon the horizons, the beacons;
The rising glow of the waking days
And the glimmers of the waking twilights

Man no longer is my kin
For his monstrous judgments
Renounced me in the council of all
Nature is no longer my friend;
For its seasons no longer cure me
Neither do the stars nor the airs,
Nor the earths, nor the waters

I’ve walked, the dejected and scorned
I’ve walked, a ghost in the world
On the shadowy edges, I’ve walked
With no friends and no kin
I’ve walked, the shadow-less.

Me, I am no one’s
Neither do I belong here
Nor belong there
Amid the wild or among the meek

I was the nameless nomad
Coming from nowhere
And going nowhere
But I come now to an endless eternity
A void for the forgotten

Thus now, my eyes have looked their last
Of this withered world
Sorrow! Thou art my friend now
Loneliness! Thou art my soul
Together, we shall go
Into the void and be forgotten

I liked this poem very much. strong feelings and ideas here!

always, Cat

a lovely sketch you have made of that phase in life when realization strikes that one has come to this world alone and will leave alone...at least that is how i have perceived this write..well done..

A simple edit would make the poem more immediate and relevant.

but in my perspective English is a new language. As we use it these days it is only about five hundred years old (as compared to, say, Arabic which is working on its third millennium). As far as I'm concerned if the word was used after Chaucer, it's fair game. I will not avoid using an archaic term just because it isn't used on television. Granted "thee's" and "thou's" don't sound right everywhere, but this particular poem has a flavor that can use them comfortably.
I gotta say this poem has a bit of the creepy to it. I think I liked it, but it's kind of "left field" for me.
wesley

You have challenged me to do the same.

ALL English is modern. Thy mazzard is weighted by only the most recent. Besides I need the goofball contractions to help with the meter. If only I could do away with the articles. wesley

Sir Wondergolly, what are thy thoughts? wesley

the pulse of a poet
in what he wants to convey
thees, thous... notwitstanding
Yul Bryner did say

that

MAN IS BORN,LIVES AND DIES ALONE...
you friend
PLACE
old wine in newer bottles
albeit
you DO win today

Iti s wild, mild, eclectic, and savage, gorgeous and I have run out of adjectives! Poetry is evertthing the soul can create!

Be WITNESS, gentlr AND ALL OF LIFE AND DEATH. I trust you. Nasty, gorgeousand everthing unto death and epiphany.

Be.