Nocturnum
Nocturnum
We lie beneath the slowly waning moon,
Her sharp shape emerging like a fine fang,
Metamorphosed from the bright afternoon
And now -- upon a thread, the night does hang.
Our deepest, darkest desires are revealed --
They are vampires -- hellish creatures of night
Like Satan within Lucifer concealed
He was said to be quite a pretty sight.
Let not the purging light of day within
Your lace curtains and silk bed sheets of sin
To mar your moonlit skin, your pallid skin.
This bed welcomes our death like a coffin.
Is it not a fair sentence for our crime?
Lasting ‘til the bittersweet end of time.
Copyright ©
Di Am | Year Posted 2018
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