You can’t love in a cold place

when all there is in one existing

is latent evil

festering like scabs of an open picked wound

a paper sword

a pistol ball in the gut

weakened mortal skin

fragile human bones

across to the bed

a stake to the heart

fluffing ashes in the coffin

dusting winds

wild

immortal is just a fast passing thought

was where once is

stuffy and airless this room

shivering with lack of presence

brooding stone carvings

flickering candles and white drawn curtains

loving the black caped crusader

only in the warm coming darkness

waiting for it

feeling trepidation of light

after it passes

arise

exist

tempting

lips

curling fingernails

wrapping hands

snapping spine

oh monster

the doors you can’t resist

when light is frozen to the handles

and snow fills the cracks and exit