Centuries (a challenge poem)

I knew it was coming; I could smell it in the Collecting dew on the Tall, red-stained grass around me. I knew it was coming; I could hear it as it Groaned and creaked in its old age Above the surrounding hills. I think about my wasted life, Hundreds of years spent bathing in Blood and glitz and the glamour of Night, the hideous, horrible, Terrible, awesome darkness of perpetual night That was my life, but no more. The faint taste of her blood, Still tart on my tongue and pungent in the air, Now seems a distant memory of a savage life. It tantalizes me no more. It tingles my lips no more. It repulses me. Bloodthirsty savage, die! Hellish fiend, horrid demon, turn and face the sun, Your enemy, which once you revered Without knowledge of reverence, Which once you depended on Without consciousness of dependance, Which once gave you life, That now you would take it away! I knew it was coming; I could feel it on the Exposed skin of my back, Feel the icy heat of purest flame. I knew it was coming; I could hear it as it Sizzled and cooked my Flesh from my bones. In an altogether too human desperation Not to die a cowardly death, I fling myself upon my back, Enraged, and face the rising sun. A fraction of a moment later, All is dark. Still conscious, I can still Smell the collecting dew and old blood, But now it mingles with the sharp scent Of centuries-old flesh searing and melting From centuries-old bone. I can still hear the rising, creaking, Groaning sun, but now this sound, too, Mingles with the ear-shattering bellow Of a centuries-old voice That rings across the valley, Terrifying men and challenging gods. But I feel.... nothing. I know my time is near its end, But I think no more of my wasted life. I think not of absolution, For what God would forgive this tortured creature? I think instead and only of that Fraction of a moment before the blackness, And what a beautiful day it will be.this was for a challenge, but i liked it enough to put it out here. thanks for reading. Written March 24th, 2002 © on Mar 24 2002 04:02 AM PST   0 • 1