Yes, I know you hid your eyes,
Yet saw, from your dream, when you heard that call.
And mere human emotions
Can’t thwart this spukhafte Fernwirkung.
To take your world,
And lose yourself…
My hands were not made to accept this gift.
But to make a world,
And find ourselves therein;
To take, each with our hands,
The other’s life, and not death;
It is this for which they were made.
I understand the coveted hunger;
The undead swearing of fealty.
My sword does not get drawn in fury.
Your complete surrender is not what I desire.
And I cannot apologize
And hoped-for rendezvous,
For they are also mine.
But not everything
Has been long-since carved,
Preserved now only in weathered stone.
Some things do yet remain alive, within tears.
And some things should be reached for again.
Los Angeles, 12 March, 2013