I haven’t done a vampire tale yet this year so it seemed like time.  I try not to get too stereotyped.  I also try not to take the same tone.  I try to treat my vampires like anyone else…. they are individuals.  Meet the latest one.

My Curse, Your Doom

I’ve walked this world five hundred years,
No one to call my own.
It changes you to live so long,
To live so long alone.

I’ve killed to feed, so many lives,
They died so I might roam.
And roam I must for I am cursed,
To know no earthly home.

Though I am dead I cannot rest,
Until I find “the one”.
And though I’ve tried, and tried again,
Of love I have found none.

But still I try as try I must,
If I would ever sleep.
And know the rest of those I’ve killed,
On who’s corpses I weep.

Although I’m cursed a thing unclean,
The truth is I still pray.
If God there is then I may hope,
To die in truth one day.

But until then my search goes on,
My hunger knows no end.
Perhaps I’ll wander where you are,
Goodnight, sleep well my friend.

Cheers, Winston