Halloween 2011: My Dark Love
A creature of darkness tired of working for death. He sought an existence the opposite of the world he knew.
Love.
But what is it? How to attain it? The living held the secret. So he studied their literature and observed their courting behaviour. He understood he needed a fiancee to shower in gifts (including the key to his heart). And in order for her to love him, he started gathering all the human elements of love: lips for love's first kiss; an ear where sweet nothings are whispered; a tongue that professes love; a nose to breathe in pheromones; fingers that caress; eyes to stare longingly; a brain for daydreams and romantic thoughts; a heart to give to her, and an extra in case the first should "break".
He found a house in a quiet neighbourhood which conveniently had a wife living in it. In his limited understanding of human custom, he grasped she couldn't marry him if she already had a husband unless he was given something called "divorce papers". He created a crude version with a simple statement and added his own wax initial (a gesture to make it official) though by that time, the marriage was technically over since the man no longer lived (better to be safe than sorry, he thought, and apparently divorce indicates an ending to love while death has strange lingering romantic thoughts surrounding it).
Months past. Still he courted (though now she was less of a woman and more of a corpse in the corner, but there are ways around human death for a ghoul like him. And he had all the ingredients he needed to keep her in his realm).
"It takes time to create a bond. I am patient. And isn't that a fine quality of love?"
And so he continues to court the corpse in the corner.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
of those who were older than we -
Of many far wiser than we -
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: -
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: -
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling - my darling - my life and my bride

