A face from the chambers – I couldn’t connect it
Like Dante’s Beatrice, beatific in black
Loquacious you weren’t – but I’ve come to expect it
How lovely to see you – it threw me off track.
As our foliage withers and winter approaches
Let casting of shadows be gone from your art.
Lighten up, dark enchantress. Such coldness reproaches me.
Open your sepulcher, spirit and heart.
Will another bad poem, addressed to your Highness
Suffice to start thawing the frost in your soul?
Ennobling it isn’t, this taciturn shyness…
Vampire girl – be a sociable witch;
Even necrophiles hope for a smile, or a twitch.
Not your corpse, just your friendship tonight is the goal.