Burning Love (a vampire tale)

Darkness All that I’ve known and seen for More than five centuries. Always Rising to the waking moon, creeping Up from behind her eternal bed. My life perpetuated to this Somber darkness, my colorless Joy. A curse, perhaps, but for Five centuries I was able to Withstand this eternal darkness. Until, love crept into this darkness. A life of warm and refreshing Blood, of which I had never Tasted. A love for a mortal woman And a curse to my immortal soul. Her soul and heart were pure, a Blessed child of goodness. With Skin so soft and warm, and lips of lush Crimson, and to be held by her was Rapturous, akin to nothing I knew. Then for the first time in my Darkness, I cursed it. Abhorred by My cold skin, dark nature, and inability To please her. Because of her, killing Lost its joy, wishing for my mortality. To be of warm blood again, a mortal man. One able to walk amid the setting sun, Spend days together, worrying not of The sun or the thirst, but pure love Spent at the side of the one I loved. Yet, our “unholy” union brought Judgements from the local priests. Men of God, men of “pure” Goodness, and during the day, the Treacherous day, while in my slumber. They kidnaped her, taken her under The name of Christ, and brought her To the city square, still covered with A light snow, and there stakes were Set, and wood brought. She crying. They burned her. Because of her Love for me, they killed her, even When I didn’t wish to deal death I brought it about. Yet, I did not Know of her death yet. It wasn’t till nightfall, when I rose And took to the city to warm Myself, so I would appear and Feel more human for her. It was Here that I caught her scent. I reaped in the air, admiring her Lingering scent and so I knew She was near. I was walking Swiftly towards the scent, and Halted, before charred stakes. The image of seeing her bones Charred black, burned my mind. While Smoke still rose from the dying wood. Anguish overtook me and I wailed, a vampire Wail, a cry from deep within my soul. I climbed upon the heap of wood, Crumbling beneath my weight, and Reached up towards her skull, the Only love that I had ever known. And within my hands, her skull rested. For hours I walked around with her Skull in my hands, thumbing where Her cheeks should have been, and Kissing white flesh-less teeth, where Her lush lips once were. The pain was unbearable, they burned My love alive. Fire was her death, and At that moment I choose the same Fate as my lover. To burn alive, to feel The same pain she felt, because of love. Now, I sit, awaiting the sunrise Staring out over rooftops, waiting For my death. For my immortal Life ceased to matter once I met Her, she stole all my cares away. Eternity seemed bare, I was but A hollow husk without her, and I knew it, I had always been Hollow, but blinded by my Immortality and power. Holding her skull within my Lap, I stare at it. Staring into Eye-less sockets, seeing her So lovingly stare back, with That sweet smile upon her lips. I smiled down at her, as I Saw the sky brighten. The Sunrise meant nothing to me, Even though I hadn’t seen one For more than five centuries. She was all I could look at, and As the sun crept up, my skin Burned and caught alight, my Blood seethed, yet the pain meant Nothing, for her loss was torment. And as my skin burned, I lifted up Her skull and kissed it full on the flesh-less lips, until finally my Entire body was alight. I smiled as I Saw her image burn within my head. The smile was molded upon my lips As my love began to char my body, And slowly I swe.....Was a submission for a challenge poem, heh. Written March 25th, 2002 © on Mar 24 2002 11:14 PM PST   0 • 8