POETRY

His Dark Lament

The Final Song of a Vampire

Photo by Leonardo Yip on Unsplash

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.

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I love to rhyme, often sensually. I have to write, otherwise insanity. I leave my heart on paper. Feel free to feel my feels. I comment lovingly and completely.

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Anthony O'Dugan

Anthony O'Dugan

I love to rhyme, often sensually. I have to write, otherwise insanity. I leave my heart on paper. Feel free to feel my feels. I comment lovingly and completely.