The Vampire and the Moon

I.

Reaching, stretching, seeking with my cracked and bleeding fingers,

Striving, still, to catch a moon-web while her presence lingers.

I can see it, as I am, cast down from betwixt the stars.

A salve, a balm, my healing-I would save it in a jar.

I beg you, Cold One, stay-

Hide me in your velvet cloak,

I’ll wrap your shadows ‘round me;

A mantle, not a yoke.

II.

Steadfast, hold your hard-won ground; cede not to the break of day.

Staunchly wield your sword of ice, hold the cruel burning at bay.

Let your beams defeat his rays, let pale subtlety prevail.

If not, then cast your life boat down, so with you, I might sail.

Did your mouth speak my curse?

Is it yours, the lonely eye?

The only one that sees me,

Far-cast into the sky?

III.

I loathe you and your silence. I adore you and your light.

Bathe me in muted silver while I spurn and seek the night.

I vow this time I’ll acquiesce to fiery, dawn-brought death.

As you fade from sight I will take my final, gasping breath.

Stay, lover, as you must,

Keep me tight within your hand.

If I can’t have your frost-kiss

I’ll stay not in this land.