stay awake

Will not one of you stay awake with me?
The spirit is willing yet body weak.
Spiders are spinning webs around me,
sitting, made of marble.

Glowing embers of a stoked fire
are my company.  The embers smile,
remembering a time they were tended to
sweetly by a large woman in fur. 

Light now only stems from the fireplace
and the streetlight pouring in the windows.
The hunter's moon shines bright in the sky,
 masked by treetops.

The large woman, too, falls to sleep. Her heavy
chest rising and falling, like an autumn wind.
This house once so full, now only memories as
the embers, too, fall to sleep.