Transformation

The captain of the men of death,

Porta fenestella, fate's door,

Opens wide, like a gracious host

And salutes the lost wanderer.

Come in, come in, make yourself home.

So the wanderer does just that,

Becoming at one with the hearth

And the rich, heavy tapestries,

One with the bedroom and the bed.

A little packet of letters

On the nightstand is all that's left

Of the story of the last host.