Lestat:
Nights, I lay restless, anticipating your visit, and as I wait, poetic verse flows through me. You have become my muse, and I dedicate this poem to you:
In Night's Gloom
Somewhere someone sleeps
On dust cushion and pillow decay.
From a neighboring pine,
A high chord is lilted
But deafened by the grass-root walls,
Walls we have managed to escape.
Somewhere there are those
Who never sleep,
Who kiss the dark with crimson lips,
Who parch the changing skies,
Whose souls hear only chaos
And lay suspended in night's gloom.
~ One who thirsts
**NOTE**
This poem is also featured in my collection of poem, Wandering Places, if you would like to grab your copy: http://tinyurl.com/ojax4e5
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