The Vampire Nocturne Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Under a sickle moon
Life, like a vampire, sucked the hope from you

No-one is taught how to come to terms with death
When you turned your face from the world
A part of me followed you into a half-way necropolis

Your absence persists like a void
I walk familiar streets, hoping someone will stop me
Someone will say your name, acknowledge that you existed
Short change of memories I find,
Doesn't suffice. The well of pain's too deep

My mind quickens with needs
Like eels, wriggling on hooks
I need just once to hug your human bones
My soldier son, whose whole life was a battle

Thoughtless words and deeds repeat like rifle shots
You, who sang with the sweetness of a siren
Sing to me
Sing to me