By Damien Knight

I have slept so long
Inside my dark coffin
Tonight you wake me
Like a  siren with song
I see the curve of you
Your eyes piercing green
I am afraid now of judgment
From such an angel true
You will see me for the dark
Thing that I am and I fear
you keep singing softly
Like a soft meadow lark
I can’t bear the song
Knowing I had abandoned
That which I loved for sleep
You loved the dead all along