untitled, undiscovered, unveiled
If I want all the phantoms to vanish,
if I want the undead not to dare
to approach,
even stealthily, subtly,
to commit my ache feeding and wheedling
I shall keep on creating, from now on--
not more sweetest and new roundelays,
but new bullets of silver
and more aspen stakes.
Since empire is for the vampire,
and for me
only misery.
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