This poem is what some mortals might call...emo. However, it puts a different light on a vampire. A predator who only does what is needed to survive rather than thrilling in the chase and enjoying the suffering of others. Rather than an undead parasite, this poem introduces one with remorse.
A Vampire's Tragedy
Alone I sit on the top of a hill
Thinking of how my unlife has been
Of the pain and the sorrow I've seen
In the eyes of my victims before they lay still.
Though a hunter in darkness I must be
The feelings of guilt always come back
When I sink my teeth in another man's neck
My conscience is the only light left in me.
All I want is to leave the shadows behind
And truly this time I will
For I no longer desire to kill
Thoughts of light are now on my mind.
I'm waiting for the sunrise today
On the lonely hill where I sit
And maybe, I'll catch a glimpse of it
Before the wind blows my ashes away.
Solinquair, 1996 © Wynke Stulemeijer
