Memento Vivere

For you, I cry my sorrow howls, Into the hollow night—the voice of void. I am but shade; the midnight wolves convene, Naked by moonlight, rainbow-skinned, deployed.

Your fur, vanitas, glamorous with doom, Electrified against the tomb’s dark bloom; Oh Pharaoh’s sister, feral shadow cat, Your observant eye breaks open my skin’s room.