Undead Fool

The cold moves in again,
Quite a forlorn embrace of dread;
My will to fight her desists,
Because I do not know now how to deny the dead.

She taunts me,
She invigorates me;
The lifeless touch somehow alive,
Breathing her final decree.

Seduced and aroused,
This minion, this ghoul;
In love with the Wicked Dark,
Nothing but an undead fool.