Sonnet To Night From His Reckless Lover

My Lover Has Bare Lips and Starry Eyes
Which Mirror Me So I Can't Recognize
The Gentle-Faced, Long-Fanged Femme Fatale
Bearing All The Careless Mercy Of Hell

For I'm Not The Same Person In His Bed
Or, More Likely, For Once I'm Not As Dead
As I've Been Under Day's Autopsy Light
Because My Grave Lies Open In The Night

And Out It's Mournful Mouth Trots A Dark Horse
Plaited In Steel And Lacking All Remorse
For What She's Done And What She Will Become
In The Hysterics Of Her Sweet Succumb

So, Let Me Plummet Into The Night Sky
Amongst The Stars, As A Star, Falling High