Silent, stalking, ever watching,________________ Burning hunger, never ceasing,
in the shadows to the right.__________________ in my being, in my veins;
Did I see you, are you real?__________________ I see you walking at night,
Or a trick of the light?______________________ Reward me for my pains.
Power pulses from your being,_______________ Waves of hunger, washing over,
never loses, never lost.____________________ can’t control this feeling hot;
Always creeping, plotting, seething,___________ I slink through the shadows, stealthy,
to collect whatever cost.___________________ I must have what you have got.
Graceful, chilling, see you smiling,____________ See me now, my leering grimace,
reaching forward bony hand.________________ I reach out to grasp you now.
Is it to me that you beckon?________________ Come to me now; feed my hunger.
Will this be my one last stand?______________ Don’t pause to think; don’t ask how.
Oh Dear Ed, I rush forward,_________________ Yes, my love, come to me now,
and throw myself into your care.______________ give yourself completely to me.
For whatever waits me after,________________ Let dark oblivion take you;
with you near, I hold no fear.________________ Now at last, you finally see.
What’s that, Ed? You say you’re leaving?_______ Fully sated, dawn will soon break,
Yeah it’s been fun, but gotta go?_____________ soon you will pass into the night.
You can’t leave me! Not forever!_____________ Do not cling to me! You cannot!
I’ve given you my very soul._________________Dear, I care nothing for your plight.
Ed may be all that I’ve mentioned,___________ As you’re sinking, I take my leave,
collecting on the master plan._______________ I know you were my biggest fan.
But one thing is true above all others,________ I feel I must tell you; you need to know,
Ed is really just a man.___________________ I have never been a man.
*”The cleave form is two poems fusing to become a third new poem. Each poem can stand alone, a true poem in its own right. In its most basic form the cleave poem is a vertical stanza on the left hand side, a vertical stanza on the right hand side, and a third horizontal poem which is read straight across from left to right, as though there is no gap between the left and right vertical stanzas. The cleave form is a contranym: at once a fusion of two poems to form one, and a splitting apart of one poem to form two.” (Paraphrased slightly from Phuoc-Tan Diep)
(Undead)Poet / Wizard / Teller-of-tales