Darkness lengthens as short days end;
A painful chill that floods the veins.
But night is certain creatures’ love —
Monsters that are cloaked in shadow,
Motivations dark and gloomy.
The help of strangers turns suspicious.
“Don’t read my interest as suspicious:
I come to you from harbour end.
The water’s turmoil: eddies gloomy,
Rippled patterns like water’s veins.
I met a man who cast no shadow
Wailing for his drownèd love.
“She came to him eyes full of love
Yet glossy sheen made him suspicious.
Followed closer than his absent shadow,
He led away from harbour end
Through streets thinner than children’s veins.
Her airless gasps turned his face gloomy.
“Thinning clouds lifted skies from gloomy:
A mottled skin dappled the face of his love.
The tears stood proud ‘gainst flattened veins
And rippled neck he thought suspicious.
He watched her breathing draw to end.
She dropped to floor like drying shadow.”
Yet stranger why my steps d’you shadow,
Impress my thought with stories gloomy?
What of this woman’s tragic end?
I am but young, I know not of love,
Yet compulsion thus I find suspicious.
And why stare you such at my veins?
He laid a gentle palm on my veins
As I noticed that he cast no shadow.
My mind was calmed, felt not suspicious,
Despite the evening dark’ning gloomy.
His eyes locked mine and burned with love.
His teeth, my neck; a pleasant end.
He took veins’ contents ‘til their end.
His absent shadow I filled with love.
So listen not suspicious, though my tale be gloomy.