For All Eternity...

A rise of the moon charges and changes the air,

calls out to all dead and undead.

My eyes wide open, only to see darkness in my resting place.
I quietly stir, as a desire of hunger, courses through my body.
I exit the catacomb of my cardboard hideout.
The days of myths, coffins, capes and curses, are now gone.

Our kind now live in alleyways, in shadows of society;

while we feed on destitutes.
Though their blood is thin, it has sustinance.

Tonight a full moon begs, calls, howls; powerful, beyond my control.
Beneath the stars, I see, I stand before the orb,

that beckons me to rise from my slumber sleep.

The city park quiet this evening.

I watch the night creatures begining to stir below me.
A  familiar smell of flesh, invades my nostrils just before

I hear approaching footsteps.
anticipation builds now, as my hope of rich,

healthy blood presents itself.

Out of no where I see a female as she jogs past me,

-Thinking to myself- sweetest nectar of living souls.
she passes beneath me, I wait, I relenquish my hold,

on a tree limb, drop to the ground, landing in human form,

running through the brush to get ahead of my prey.
Off the path, matching her stride, see a clearing ahead,

so, I race to get there first; where I crouch and wait.

Again, a smell of flesh approaches; here she comes...

I see her startled eyes as she raises her hand to fend me off,

when I leap from  my hide-away.

A struggle ensues, my teeth find their target.
The only movement is the lapping of my tongue.
As always, I cry whilst, acknowledging,
I'm condemned to this damnation, in all eternity

My hunger sated, I envision my human form,

then retreat into the shadows of night.
Walking the streets of the city,
I move amongst the living, and, smell life as they pass by.
Most wrought with cigarettes, beer, and hard liquor.

At times I wish to stand beneath the sun, feel the warmth of its glow,
feel a breath of life. But, this won't happen -ever-
The haunting of these thoughts follow me,

like a curse with out an antidote; so, I return to my cardboard shelter.

I envision my self in a living world, I have no escape -this time-
My only escape is  to sleep in darkness, forever.

I would rather be dead.