Vampire

Monster, 
considering the day.
To sleep through sun's bright path,
for wounds of life run deep and cold.
His jewel Rose,
left in bright bloom of youth,
now withered and old, 
time's dark jest.

Fate,
regarded from afar by jaded eye of night
seems empty, the balanced wheel of chance.
Close, though,
close up the three-edged sword can cut.
Life rent from life, heart from heart,
separated by endless passage of instants.

Weeping,
the Monster sits.
Dripping tears of blood from ashen face
he wrestles with the hourglass.
Immortal's curse and balm at once,
it stings as it heals,
and faded Rose falls to embracing earth,
victim of the heartless clock.

Monster,
considering the day,
last refuge of harried immortal soul.
The burning sun,
ancient marker of time
and fitting end to time's lost victim.
Monster considers,
then flees once more to mother dark
to sleep away Helios' reign,
eternally the Vampire.

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