The Vampire Nocturne

Under a sickle moon Life, like a vampire, sucked the hope from you No-one is taught how to come to terms with death When you turned your face from the world A part of me followed you into a half-way necropolis Your absence persists like a void I walk familiar streets, hoping someone will stop me Someone will say your name, acknowledge that you existed Short change of memories I find, Doesn't suffice. The well of pain's too deep My mind quickens with needs Like eels, wriggling on hooks I need just once to hug your human bones My soldier son, whose whole life was a battle Thoughtless words and deeds repeat like rifle shots You, who sang with the sweetness of a siren Sing to me Sing to me