Poetry Reading: Visiting the Grave


Visiting The Grave 

Dug himself out of a cold shallow grave.

Lived for centuries, a brutal killer.

Ravaging villages, feeding on blood.

A monster living in the dark of night.

Hidden in shadow, tormented by light.

She comes to see him, at rest in his tomb.

She lies wrapped in her dead lover’s arms,

Atop the freezing coffin. By morning,

She is gone, the lover of a dead man.

Every night she comes, visiting the grave.

So close to death it makes her feel alive.

A shimmer in the black, mistress of death.

Her love burns him, radiant like the sun.

They are doomed in their fate, star-crossed lovers.


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