Quoth the Raver, Nevermore
Each day I thought would never end,
Daylight dies and night begins.
Go black alive, stretch fishnets high
Around the tattoo slathered thigh.
Rave pulsing out the flashing beat
All hail us wild Ecstasy freaks,
Lovely grinding our teeth en mass
Lovely was our loneliness
And more, you knew her name to be….
No more would I trace lithe piercings
Placed Goth knows where, for me to find.
Oh, the stinging and the ringing and her smell, smell, smell,
Ere the gnashing and the lashing of the swell.
Eros vulture perches, wings arise,
Dark shadows stretch. All my red wine
Gone for naught, the drowning hour drags
Asunder, frothing bleating hearts a’ thunder.
Reciting lines of coke we pranced
Around the spinnings of the dance.
Licentious stripling vampires bleed
Lust, rabid bath secures the being
Alive in death’s own waking dream.
No mortal kiss black-rust of dawn,
Passion must, with youth, expire.
Oh, the bleeding and the feeding and her breast, breast, breast,
Ere the dagger and the danger of the rest.
Published in Fantastic Stories of the Imagination
Summer 2000, p. 38