An Elegy of Our Love

I sharpened my steak
Then I searched the church
I shut all the windows
And I brought a hearse
I found you in the mausoleum
Lying on the floor
I couldn’t look in your eyes
You weren’t you anymore
And I already made your coffin
And I bound a cross over the door
I already bought the roses
I wrote the eulogy, the epitaph
Had the villagers stay in their houses
I couldn’t let them do it
I hid all their torches
And dumped the holy water in a lake
This is my responsibility and I’ll face it on my own its my own fate
I’ve dressed all in black
And I called the funeral home
In your eyes there’s no question
You’ve known all along
I wonder if you’ll let me
Or if this will be a long night
You know I’ll never give up the fight
And you know that you would win
If it came down to it
So what will you do now?
I’ve prepared for months
And I know that you’ve known
When you still lived at home
And had just begun to change
I brought you raw meat
And I let you feed from me
And the villagers knew, too
The neighbors saw the boards on the windows
And that you only came out at night
They knew you’d changed and they prepared to fight
But I’d prepared much longer and I knew what to do
And you knew the whole time
I saw you watch with knowing eyes
You saw me saw the wood
You saw me make the coffin
And you weren’t always asleep beside me
I could hear you breathing and I knew you were holding back
And you knew I was too
Knew I kept a steak beneath the bed
And a cross beneath the pillow under my head
And we held each other still
Trying to pretend that we both didn’t know what the other did
Didn’t see what the other hid
And the time has come
The day I’ve been dreading for three long months
Since the day you first drank blood
And I knew things would never be the same
We tried to live and I kept the village kids away from our house
For two months, two weeks, six days
We lived together still
Though I lived, really
And you remained
I can feel the blood pumping through my veins
And I know that you can smell it
The neighbors began to complain
They had a meeting without us
And they planned what they would do
But we heard them talking
My sister told me what was said
They knew that you were now among the living dead
And they made a plan of what to do
And you and I knew
That you couldn’t stay
I never said it
I didn’t want you to go
But I needed you to
And you knew
And on the seventh day of the third week in the second month
You were gone
And I didn’t go after you
Like you knew I wouldn’t
But you had no where to go
You couldn’t leave town
And you knew
And I knew
And they knew
And the villagers planned what to do
And I crashed the meeting
I kicked down the door
And they knew that I would come
To stop them
But I didn’t argue anymore
I begged them bade me do it
And they agreed
They put your death on me
And they gave me one chance
Before they would step in
And I began to prepare
And you began to prepare
I to meet you
And you to meet me
After ten long years this is how the end should come
The end of you and me
And who did see
It coming in such a way
Nothing could prepare me for this day
To look into your eyes
And force myself to bring your demise
And you to let me
You lived in the mausoleum for a week
And when I found you on the floor there
I got down on my knees and I wept
And you took me in your arms
And I took the steak in mine
And you did not struggle
Nor did you bite
And I staked your heart
And I put you in the coffin
To rest until the end of days
I put the coffin in the hearse
And we drove to the graveyard at the church
The same one where we were married
And I brought the roses and I put them down
And I dug a whole
And I put you underground
And I went back to our little house
And I kept the windows boarded up
And I dressed all in black
And the villagers saw I had come back
And they came knocking on my door
And I did not answer
I curled up and went to sleep
And I heard my sister from outside
“Her husband has just died, let the poor girl weep!”
And the villagers went away and I dreamt of you and I
And our days together
And I came out the next day
And there was no funeral
No kind words said
When asked where you had went
Each person answered “Dead”
When asked how I was doing
Each answered “She’s lost her head”
And I knew I had long ago
And so did the villagers
When I laid you to rest
Nothing kind was said
They blamed you for the deaths
The killings that weren’t your fault
And you won’t be remembered as a man
But as a monster
And I as not the savior
But the monster’s crazy wife
And I will live in this, our home
With the crosses
And the windows boarded up
Until the end of my life
And they can bury me next to you
And we can be together again
Until the very end of time