Poetry

Abyssus abyssum invocat 
 
For weeks I felt revenant,
Embraced by vampires,
Leeched and guzzled,
Sapped of blood and spirit,
My shadow was more real.
The sun honed its edge,
Carved out my darkness,
Shaved me to the grave,
Perfecting my disguise
Like a kindred apportation.
All children of millennia 
Are superstitious mathematicians
Plussing negative numbers
Minus the undead.  
We are fixed to one place,
Our place is next to dust.
Salvation from eternal night?
A bastard incarnate light. 
I woke from my anemic trance.
Sunrise in the monster village
And all my strength was back.