Of late her temper,
Flaring alike to mortal rage
Is slaked by birds of down
Which flutter beside her
And give brief comfort
The cobalt shadows cast
Talia in the palest light
While she disapproves the daring,
Wild dance of sunny morning
About her person
Alone
She stands alone
Her eyes closed to
A swift and swollen reality
Robbed painfully of darkness
Alas! Talia
Vampiress no more