Bootes Void

standing at the door

darkness came knocking

vision of nothing –

stares back-

hair on the neck spikes in irritation

touch the void empty

lifeless breathless

pulse – blank – a straight line moment

presence fills the threshold

holds the mind captive

frozen hostage

shadowy trace

false image

negative photograph

disembodied soul

immaterial void

in a voiceless paragraph

Eulogy to "All-Hallows Eve"