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What emptiness haunts me this night
Awaiting the summons of distant companions, forgotten quarry
It is fitting that we met this Hallow's Eve, at this quiescent
place, v away from prying eyes and prattling mouths.
I stand behind you whispering your name into the frigid gust
You turn recognizing my presense
Nodding slightly, I move closer to you, skimming over the leaves
I can see your pulse beating hard in your throat
you try to speak, but to no benefit
Without a word a bargain is struck between us
The promise to make your estranged soul cognizant again
Divulging that which has been latent, awaking the Immortal
Do I sense a lingering sadness for the light?
This too will pass, already a forgotten memory in your sea of
forever
The last of the sidereal day fades, making our embrace
a single movement in it's ashes
Your neck, tepid against my lips
Saline claret fills my mouth as I pull unyielding on your veins
with each beat of your heart until it fades to a cottony trickle
Letting your body slip on to the bedrock; I regard
So beautiful in death, a pale rider at my feet
I touch your cheek, your eyes a stagnant reflextion
Now you know what it is like to welcome death,
to be in it's fervent arms
But do you want to see more?
Or is this, pallet of leaves, to be your necrology
Lying atop the frigid earth, self-possessed with the moonlight
You contemplate your overture
What I offer can not be returned,
It is your choice,
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