A Space Vampire’s Poem and Patrick Contreras
A little poetry from the Vampire Azzi that came to me while listening to Patrick Contreras at his facebook page (Particularly “Mad World,” “First Kiss” and “Cotillion”) :
The Astronaut Vampire’s Lament
When you’re floating in space,
the night is forever.
There is no fear of final death,
no desperate skittering from a rising sun,
no ticking of the clock pounding in your ears,
no sound whatever in fact.
No heat, no wind, no water, nothing underfoot
and no religion, rules or code.
Pinpoints of light, your own stray thoughts
and if you’re lucky a stellar view of roiling nebulous clouds.
The cold can kill if you let it,
but it’s your own memories that pose the greater threat.
In space, you have nothing, owe nothing, fear nothing.
Until you remember.
On a lighter note, Captain Sera would love this piece:
Patrick is offering free downloads of “Mad World” and “First Kiss” at his facebook page. These are typically for a limited time, so don’t tarry!
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