Confession

Confession

“Father forgive me, for I have a confession
I’m sorry to say, but I have an obsession
With this man who walks only by night
And around whom, there is no light.”

The good Father sat and listened as I spoke
He shook his head and out his finger poked
“Stop meeting him or you shall pay the toll,
Believe me when I say he will steal your soul!”

His words echoed in  my head as I walked towards home.
It was then that I heard the moan.
It came from an alley, so mysterious and dark.
This way was a shortcut to the park.

I entered looking for an injured man,
But all I found was a drunk who couldn’t stand.
I hurried passed and sat on a bench
And heard a voice from the past yelling, “You wench!”

I looked around, but didn’t see anyone.
I couldn’t wait until the rising sun.
I stood to leave when he appeared
Just seeing him, my heart seared.

I’ve only seen him twice before
But he is my obsession, and my spirit soared
“Give me your gifts! Give me your power!”
He shook his head and his face was sour.

He came close and grabbed my waist
He bent his head low, and my blood, he did taste.
He shuddered, and I knew this is what he wanted,
And something told me, by this fact, he was haunted.

“Please make me one of you,” I heard myself say.
He shook his head urgently, and I knew there was no way.
To get him to say yes was impossible, so I embraced my demise.
I knew that, for him, my blood would suffice.

As he pulled away and laid me down, he didn’t leave.
He wiped his mouth and rolled up his bloody sleeve.
The sun was rising and he just looked up,
And he shouted, with his hands cupped:

“Father forgive me, for I have a confession!”