Her Grave
I
And so I stand before thy grave;
Beholdeth my eyes the marble headstone;
Wondering whether I’m enough brave
To admit that you’re forever and gone.
And as the cold rain falls upon my head,
It smears my hair and makes it wet;
I am overcome with a feeling of dread,
The night shan’t be any lighter, thy can bet.
Never have I thought before
That moments of solitude could be bad;
Never have I missed you and loved you more,
The feeling of loneliness is driving me mad.
Cursed be the day of thy demise,
For it put me in a galloping weep.
Oh, if only it were possible for thee to rise!
Safe and sound us our love shall keep.
It is my wish to see thine eyes shine again,
To see thee once more walk this earth;
How ensnared by thy presence are the other men.
Yes; I look forward to thy rebirth!
Cursed be the string that prophesied thy death,
The web of mysteries and nightmares of future’s past.
Although such heresy should not leave with my breath,
But it has been done and the spell has been cast.
As the night draws forth, on and on
An odd something arises from the ground wet and bare;
It shone a dim green color, as if telling me to begone,
But my love for thee overcomes every dare.
It floats along, between the many graves, and stops.
Stops right before my darling one. Could it be?
Hovers over it for a second or two, then inside it drops!
I hear some noise from below the ground. Is it she?
From down a hand shows up, hustling through the earth;
A miracle unfolds before me, a sight hitherto unseen!
Excitement overtakes me, I am radiating with mirth;
No longer shall six feet of holy soil stand in between.
Her eyes, I shall see those wonderful eyes again!
Blue as the deepest of oceans; captivating as the seven seas.
They which make every and any problem wane;
While I lose myself in their gaze, time tends to freeze.
Those golden locks gently tied in a perfect tail!
I cannot wait! The moment is about to come.
The moment of our final reunion; I deeply inhale.
Here she comes! To her bossom I succumb.
She is quick to embrace me in her cold arms,
My self-control is lost to me, for I vigorously kiss her;
I kiss her on the cheeks, feeling the touch of her forearms.
Her fingers draw across my neck, and all starts to blur.
II
Tiredness overtaketh me as I lay in my bed.
What could be the reason of such drastic change?
Heretofore I’d been full of strength, my cheeks red;
Yet now I reek like I shall drop dead, I feel strange.
Nevertheless, I have more reason to be alive than ever;
I rejoice, my loved one is back! Tick, beats her heart.
She shall walk through the realm of living forever;
Nothing shall ever again set us apart!
Unfortunate is the limit imposed upon her;
For she cannot join me during daytime.
As I understand, it is the night she tends to prefer;
Regardless, I shall stand next to her anytime.
This might just be it, the revelation I seek.
My free time is spent during the night;
I stay up late with my love. We kiss, and we speak,
That must be why I can’t seem to sleep tight.
Criticize me if you wish, but know this;
It is my strongest belief it is energy well-spent.
I mightn’t get enough sleep, but being with my miss
Is enough for me and under no event shall I relent!
Nothing can defeat the power of love,
Not even death; Together we overcame
What threatened to separate me from my truelove.
A single spark of hope has set our hearts aflame.
The last rays of sun leave my room.
Excitement yet again fills me; It is time.
Time for me to once more visit her tomb.
Leaving my room, I hear the church bells chime.
What could it possibly be at this unholy hour?
It matters not, I shall not keep her waiting.
Whispers could be heard, and phrases like “devour”.
I cast my glance at the crowd. The sight was devastating.
A child, not older than twelve, lying on the ground,
Covered in it’s own blood and with a mutilated face.
I gasped; What beast could inflict such a wound?
To defile a child’s body and leave it like a deer carcase?
Who could be the culprit of this heinous crime?
I stared at dozens of grave faces, all gaunt and pale.
I interrogatively stared at them, one at a time;
Each one of them telling me the same tale.
A creature of the night; The devil’s spawn.
Risen from the grave to terrorize the living,
It is the blood of humans they prey on;
Leaving their victims exhausted and grieving.
They puncture the throat of their victim,
Sucking the victim dry of its blood and fleeing;
Often related to their prey, their allure is addictive.
Suddenly my dear, I am no longer eager for our meeting.
III
It is without doubt due to my blindness
That this curse has befallen upon us;
The insatiable fire scorches my kindness
And to feed its morbid needs uses it thus.
Even now, it pains me greatly, how unwary,
Delusional, heedless and imprudent I was
To believe such a feat was possible. On the contrary,
Now do I see reality my spite created just because.
Clarity overtakes me at the last moment;
If it were to have happened a day later
It is my strong belief I’d succumb to their torment
Either I’d have become one of them or met my creator.
I pray for the souls they have taken!
It is truly a terrifying thought. I weep for humanity!
Thankful am I for being at last awaken.
I perceive them as they are, no more doubting my sanity.
As their children rise with the dusk,
I try to avoid the allure of such sight.
For their immense beauty is purely a husk,
No more than an illusion, waiting to bite.
And so they shall; They’ll use every illusion,
Every bit of charm they posses to seduce
Their victims and in them cause confusion;
For every human to ashes they will reduce.
It is by my mistake that she roams the land;
No! I must put a stopper to her terror.
She has to be exorcised by my hand
I must carry out the weights of my error.
I have conspired with the vicar, and confided in him.
It is clear my task will be anything but easy,
If I fail, our futures are going to be grim.
But the thoughts of her roaming freely make me uneasy.
With help from the vicar, armed with a stake,
Guided by fate and trust, in the name of God,
Her soul must be saved before she is awake.
I shall end this once and for all! To her grave I plod.
I enter her resting place; and there she lies
The woman of my dreams, of my life.
At least she was, before her untimely demise.
My only hope and wish is we be together in afterlife.
I so desire you, how so I long for thee, my love.
How am I supposed to do this, to end you,
To take away thy life and stake thou from above?
What have our lives in the end come to?
With sadness in soul and tears in my eyes,
I raise the hawthorn stake above thy heart,
I strike hard; ejecting the usurper of thy demise;
I lie down next to thee as my heart falls apart.