Reading in the Dark

The monstrous darkness frightened me at first

Shadowy fingers seemed to close 'round me

Imagining an ancient, unslaked thirst

Turned my mind to what the undead must be

Patience must come from immortality

An ability to wait out one's prey

The clock of death will never toll for thee

The last word will always be yours to say

What would it be like to be loved by you?

One for whom the world is nothing but time?

Upon me, trembling grass, your gaze, like dew

Would gently fall, and read each breathless rhyme

My blood would thrill to your sharp, hungry kiss

And in your dark embrace, I would find bliss