Transylvania Drapes

I choose to gaze through lace curtains.

There was a time not long ago,
When dwelling within draped
tapestries was the norm,
musty mothball memories
consumed thoughts
and mildew teardrops
rained within my world.

Forget the sun-

It had passed away,
along with midnight
and dawn was only
a dish detergent.

I choose to gaze through lace curtains,
packing away dungeon, chained
ghosts.

A vampire I am not-

alive once again.