Haiku 44

Hey who left this here

And why do I feel a bleak

Vague presence tagging

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The Last Gift

It is a night of sorrow, a song of dark desire,
wolves vent their loneliness.
The immortal one rises.

Night shrouds her brooding form,
a timeless wanting.

Her ebon hair cascades over
pale and tragic shoulders,
and her full scarlet lips part slightly,
to taste the blood streaming
from the pale flesh beneath her.

Now a night of ecstasy,
I remember her.

Remembrance of my Death

Around, all around, the mourners gather.
My dread grows as doom's scythe falls against my heart.
It severs me, and darkly my vitae drips
to the fallen despairing leaves.
In existential dread I call your name
while oblivion surrounds me.
Now alone, my love falls upon uncaring eyes.

This is because of you.

Heaven Shunned

Slender beams of accusation enter

this darkened chamber as I kneel,

always forlorn, always sorrowful,

frozen here,

waiting.

Accusing forms wrought in panes of glass loom

as dust dances in the air,

forming an image in my mind,

searing my shamed soul.

Tears on my face,

I raise my head, 

now embracing

this aloof mortality.