August 20, 2012


The call of the past
flows strong in my blood,
pulls like a drug,
flooding the flesh
with memories of life 
in eternal night.
By light of the day
I rest deep in a dream
beyond time and death,
dwelling on those
I've known evermore.
I go forth with the moon
to see what I might find,
return sated at dawn,
hurrying down, down 
the staircase of doom, 
along with those few, 
soon turned to my kind.