POETRY

The Final Song of a Vampire

The cold of Winter’s breath
bites like a beast at the fingers.
Or so they tell me — again and again,
and simply feasting has become a bore.

Ever alone shall I be cursed
never again to witness your smile.
Eternal life ends every moment
if together we cannot be.

End this and rid me of my agony!
O! Sun, I surrender to thee.
Take of me my last wretched fiber
and forever set me free.

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© Anthony O’Dugan 2021

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