AND THE NIGHT SUITS US WELL...

A little late for Halloween, but inspiration kicks in at the oddest times...my latest poem...:)  

AND THE NIGHT SUITS US WELL...

When the bell struck the lonely hour
Your soft dry cry raises my head
And I rise as a sun kissed flower 
And I leave my splintered bed  

‘neath the curious stars, beguiled 
The moon hung, jealous, cold and blue
Nights breeze, the distant winds’ child
Carries the damped earth smell of you

On scarecrow legs, arms needing
With grey holed flesh and brittle bone
I bear the greedy worms feeding 
Through a garden of grey etched stone

Dusty echoes of long dead memory rise
A summers day, the breeze in your hair
Vows from living hearts; love never dies
Still love, darker now; reborn a lovemare

I gaze into your eyes, wriggling deep
And hear the crack of my parched heart
As your broken voice stirs from its sleep 
I hold you like we have never been apart   

Baby, I’ve been waiting

And we dance to the ravens dark tune
And the bell tolls darkly, joyously through
Wind gossips to the jealous blue moon 
And a whisper, I will never leave you  

And how we danced
And the night suits us well

Joe O’Byrne

A tale of Walking Dead love, and no reference to anyone, living or dead.  'Tis but a tale of Morbid Love...and if you listen real careful, you can hear Vincent Price cackling in the background...

Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha....! Mwah ha ha ha ha...!

Undead Love...Artwork: Joe O'Byrne