Love Poem: Dark November
Dark November
A vampire’s slave twice bitten,
Shrinking from the day’s rays,
I crave the blood of Scorpio’s passion.
Absent is the light of inspiration,
As I burrow in the underworld,
A blindfolded warrior with free hands.
I refuse to look up,
To remove what veils my sight,
Knowing that letting in the light
Will bring my own destruction.
Contemplating in November’s mirror,
I confront the hydra that is me.
Can I sacrifice my last head,
Or will I be once more defeated,
Carrying this beast into the next life,
Where once again we’ll fight?
I’m walking through the dark night of the soul,
Dwelling in my own shadow,
Placing personal desire
Above the pursuit of truth,
Scorpio’s lesson ringing in my ears.
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