A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Hungry Ghost
Take me home, at last
I waited in the wings, posed with claws outstretched
Wings ten cubits tip to tip
I knew I was too heavy to carry, so I left my body behind
A sad memento of futile thinking, underneath a shallow layer of topsoil
Faster and faster the stone fragments corrode
And break down into mineral cells
I can’t ever go back
My full time occupation starts at night
A tender voice
Something behind your shoulder, in the dark
Love in the gothic tones of an ancient castle
Would you
Keep the doors locked
So the wind won’t call me out?
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