The Vampire
An inferno of sunset.
A triumph of twilight.
Here
A deathless darkness stirs.
Glowing eyes staring, searching---
He rises.
Into the cool flow of night.
Into the hot flood of life.
He seizes his red power.
The flame of life---
The ashes of death---
He drinks.
A liquid gleam of gold strikes the sky.
Burning, he shrieks---
Shrieking, he flees---
Back to his rest
As the day comes
Once more
He weeps.
Copyright © Lori Gasser | Year Posted 2010
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