Inside a vampire’s heart lies a lonely word,
eternity echoing through the stillness in each chamber
with haunting clarity. All time and nowhere
to keep it, no memories, no night
sacred against the others. It carries
the curse of this secret in its shadow—
constant companion rasping the coffin lid,
craving an invitation for entrance again
and again without end, insatiable as the first
sweet copper thirst aching on the tongue,
swelling from the gut. Slowly a silence forms,
opens a new door between each lifetime
and the full moon face of familiar insanity.