The Baron and the Baroness

 

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The Baron and the Baroness
ride in a barouche, the lantern is lit
he, buttoned snug in an embroidered doublet
she, in a gown with ample skirts
ornamented with fine needlework
warmed under a canopy of love.

 

Starlings sing upon their return
in a tree-lined lane of his noble estate;
a widowed baron and his baroness
nobleman and noblewoman
respected among the baronage.

 

A time of chivalry, inheritance, titles
wealth, power, and feudal marriage;
above all orders of knighthood, they,
now traveling quietly in their carriage.

 

Honored for what they’ve done in life.
Life was day.

 

It is night.
Rosy cheeks are ashen gray
incisors grow, eyes are glazed
deathlike gazes pass between
the lamp begin its flickering.

 

Their love is buried in tragedy
a baron and a baroness
a vampire and a vampiress
the driver never dares look back.

 

One barouche, two seats within
the terror of the night begins
the Baron and the Baroness
hunger for your life end.