what dragon lies
this wooden mould of a decaying man
this cloak of splinters encasing me,
should be no reminder of a loyal clan
of the boy to man I used to be,
my eyes no more from daylight hide
through the forest I am the hunters bow,
the darkness now the guided path I travel
I’m more alive now than you could ever know,
how long have I lain here
interred in this place,
what sorrow is my mask
what pain is my tears,
long years wasted and withered
this need, this forceful desire is strong,
slain in an obtuse battle
what dragon lays foul its faith in love and life,
rosary’s twitch in fingers of glad calm
a faint hope still clings,
as shadows in the dirt from crosses fall
into a parade of sobs and dire sadness,
anon night will a shallow beat hear
as a salacious hunger comes to call,
whom dares to sleep within faiths heart
shan’t fear this cold or streak of dark,
borne of ether and nourished full
enlightened to an eternity long since perished,
I’ve painful memories of all I’ve hurt
all that I’ve betrayed with a smile,
my sanguine eyes gleam and pursue
the lone pulse of a happy high,
my soul just a crypt that no day beams through
as the monster feeds the human half dies,
then in the pale cream slow ocean that filters
the moons icy rays, its tide softly brushes,
brief shadows speed around, unseen and silent
emptying city and town, devouring hopes and dreams,
in nocturnal daylight they feed with such hunger
they drink and consume, they eat and destroy,
under the watchful gaze of none, nor frowns
what dragon lives forever without praying for death,
I had a dream a while ago where I'd woken up in a coffin to find that I'd been turned into a vampire. It inspired me to write this from the point of view of a vampire.
