I threw a flattened stone in such a way -
Into the orange sun and evening sky -
So it would skip across the darkened bay,
And reach the sunny, sandy side, but nigh.
It bounced atop the scummy surface plane,
And with its splash, a change of lunar tides -
Which, I dream, will swallow an aging bane:
...vampiric, satisfied with where it hides.
To take the words for truth from him or her,
And drive a poplar stake into a heart,
Or donate viscous blood to festering burs -
Disdain had leaked by your unhomely dart.
I step into the water's chilly bed,
And sink until I've lost my head.
