My funeral guide,
Shadow partner,
Silent enchanter,
You take my hand,
Lead me down a moonlit street, I follow, not knowing why. Something clouds your eyes. Dark in ravished moonlight.
I study the lines on my face,
My dark nature,
Darker cohort,
This connection fraying,
This dim receiver,
I ask only for a ladder,
A place closer to the stars.
Dear Shadow Sam,
My Sweet Delia,
Shelter from the storm.
Some slivered dream,
But it gets under your skin,
A red tick burrows deeper.