Christopher Vera
Night is My House
Night is my house and I am her king.
She answers my summons when we are apart;
Until death we are bound by a black velvet string.
Day’s widow submits under my silken wing.
Succumb she does sweetly to my gentle art.
Night is my house and I am her king.
Alone in my chambers of mist, she will sing;
With a touch of my hand does our dark anthem start.
Until death we are we bound by a black velvet string.
All fear her shadow, but to me she is evening;
The stars are her eyes, the moon is her heart.
Night is my house and I am her king.
Round my finger her soul is wrought like a ring.
But when daylight returns, she will smile and depart.
Night is my house and I am her king.
Until death are we bound by a black velvet string.
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Christopher Vera is the author of several books of poetry, most of which are still in his head, and none of which have ever been published. Poetry allows Vera to document his universe: the natural, unnatural and the supernatural. His work has appeared in Ship of Fools, Heliotrope, Apex & Abyss, and the Magee Park Poet’s Anthology. He can always be found at www.autumnfactory.com.
Poem © 2007 Christopher Vera. All other content copyright © 2007 ByrenLee Press
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