Every evanescent wink of exposure
to dawn’s ascending sun
is at once grievous
and mollifying
to the anguish of eternal life.
I have beheld the death of my kin
until I became
the sole remnant of my lineage.
I, who awaken every twilight
to the torturous caterwauling
of untold victims
who perished by my hands—
all to prompt
only the most fleeting consolation
to an unquenchable thirst.
Though I have endeavored to abstain
from the lust for crimson nectar,
it has been unavailing.
Thus I have concluded
that I am, unmitigatedly, a plague—
one that must cease
so humanity may perdure.
And so, for the first time in millennia,
I peer solicitously
at Earth’s star,
awestruck by the comeliness
I had long forgotten.
And the final thing I glimpse
before falling to dust
is my own reflection—
an echo of who I once was,
with a smile upon its face.
The first smile
since I was human.
My terminal dawn.
hello dearest poet I have always felt there is vampires of sort this is very good ❤️