Somewhere, on the jagged coast of Maine
Wave upon wave crashes upon somber rock
A crescent moon, a celestial sliver, drips cosmic tears
And along a remote path a “man” walks in silence
Black onyx ring resides on inhuman index finger
As wolf’s head cane creates marked imprints in dampened soil
Two hundred years imprisoned, waiting, plotting
Now Free! His ancestral homeland beneath undying feet
Collinwood revisited, chilled air caressing dead skin
He, now a distant cousin returned…to claim a legacy
“The old house” shall breathe again, candelabras cast light and shadow
A casket, repository of the dead, serves a nefarious purpose
Home, by day, to a soul in torment, a soul in love
Josette! Josette! ‘Tis her he must find, a flame to rekindle
And she lives! As she once was, young ,beautiful, innocent
Now, she must die, only then can they be together, immortal, everlasting
Scant moments of agony exchanged for eternal togetherness
Obsidian shaded roses whose thorns leave but two…pricks
He emerges from dank fog, donned in caped overcoat, charming, cunning
Existing in the minds of the bewitched, the dreams of the lonely
Offering beguiling fantasies, cloaked in malevolence
He raps! A silver wolf resting in the iron grip of evil
For you my darling he has come, offering resplendent solitude
With “him” and “him” alone…now and forever
Beware my lovely…may flocks of angels protect you
A bat’s wings flutter in the wind…His name…is Barnabas
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