Alone upon a foggy night,
With waxing moon a ghostly light,
Resounded wings.
My mind contrived a murders flight,
While lack of cawing did rewrite,
Infernal things.
Resigned to capture budding fright;
I drew the curtains snugly tight;
My nerves hairsprings.
And though a superstitious rite;
I wore a cross to non-invite,
Undead darklings.
***
The third hour rings!
And witchly brings,
A inly fright on stealthy feet.
My courage swings,
As terror clings,
To fragile faiths undone belief.
And thin as strings,
My reasoning’s,
Assure a vampire’s kiss is sweet.
Unvoiced inklings,
Entrée stranglings,
Awaits your breathless Marguerite.
***
Across the floor absent a creak,
Asquint, I saw a shadow creep,
Phantasmaly.
Then lips were ice against my cheek,
A summer ice that burned like heat,
So wickedly.
And when she drove her daggers deep,
I begged her end my mortal keep,
And boundary.
With aching heart at final beat,
She drank the last of my conceit,
And murdered me.
***
Immortal is my Antoinette,
My slayer whom shall not forget,
That foggy night.
A Mephistophelean vignette,
Requital casts my silhouette,
In deaths twilight.
To scorn a woman fosters debt,
My debtor e’er bleeds regret
A bloodless white.
Alas, she wishes she did beget,
A lover on the night we met,
To my delight.
