The
night has bled its silent wound
And someone drank of life and blood.
I moaned and blinked – my sight, un-nooned
–
While wordless terror found its flood.
I
tasted tin and dying heat.
I looked up from my horror’s dreams
And no – no – please, this dark defeat
Is me… I’ve grazed in bloodied streams.
I
scream. Whence has this darkness come?
Why does oppression weight my heart?
Why has repulsion left me dumb?
Why have I played this gruesome part?
I
walked the woods – this, I recall –
And then I met… I just… my mind…
My memory… I sink, I fall…
I shrink, for fear of what I find.
I
know Katrina was my name.
I know I loved the light of day.
This fades from me… it fades, like blame,
And knowledge killed must fade away.
I
am endowed – I feel it now
My power grows and I am strong
The Dark One I – I know not how
And I’ve forgotten right from wrong.
Then
let me love the velvet night
And all things dark and full of woe.
I’ll care no more for gold-veiled light
Or life or love or friend or foe.
But
in my caverns I am cold.
I fear the space that chills my thought.
My lonely life lacks ought to hold
And empty arms have loving sought…
I
know not where my path must lead
Or whence it came – but one thing true
Has clawed at me: this love I need,
Though heaven’s self my acts must rue.
