The Night Caller
The Night
Caller
What tainted wind brings him,
What dread longing calls?
A hunter yes,
And a taste for the red.
A night-thing,
No light will abide him.
A shadow sometimes,
And wings in the dark.
A lust in carmine,
A thirst forever unslaked,
A death and a life,
Bereft of the ecstasies of torment.
Long years that stretch the centuries,
The long sleep abandoned,
A continuance half in the grave,
Half in the hunt.
What tainted wind brings him?
What dread longing calls?
Have you heard his song in your black heart?
Will you too walk on the other side of light?
Cliff Lake 10/18/2023
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