Arisen
Dark threads loop in and out,
Entwining in deepest black
Creating the illusion of colors within
Crimson hues catch the eye,
Even as the hunger overtakes her
Driving her up up up
She passes through the fresh earth
Recently placed above on fresh turned earth
Long nails earth encrusted pierce
Strewing fresh cut flowers
Here and there as a slender
Pale hand breaks through
Next a second hand slips
Out beside the first
Parting the earth as
Though it were curtains
As if by magic she appears
Floating above the fresh turned earth
A creature so pale with hair of jet
Unfolding at her back dark clawed wings
Wings unfold stretching 15 stones across
Languishly moving to and for
Lifting her feet higher inch by inch
Faster they beat higher she goes
Engulfed in the darkness of a moonless night
She fades from sight to whence we know not
When just before dawn crimson stained
She returns to the grave.