Possessed by the Past

Awake after a night spent reading -

that tremendous feeling of just

going through page after page,

hour after hour,

just like in the past, in the years

before everything started to fall into pieces.

Old books, long ago bought, never finished,

the last one signed by me on 19th of February 2001.

Still eight years, four months and two days

until the end of the world.

Now this night of cold rain

as the days tumble towards Midsummer's Night,

not a... resurrection, but a renimation,

my lich's fingers holding the book

in the little light of your lamp

you bought with me before the last Xmas.

And the shadows, all those years gone

in to them, all the decades,

all that time wasted, all that was lost,

held back, for this night, by

devouring the books.

19.06.2015