With the dark days
head dropped and collar up
remaining in the shadows
as the rifeness of disease rumbles
a city already at the brink of a fall
their wars futile
their grudge petty
yet more and more innocent fall
if only they knew the price paid
the askance of a life
the soul it takes watching your own crawl
on hands and knees in a pool of their own.
I stalk, unable to help
unable to lend a hand
for they will run, for sure
at the sight of me
my pallor, unmistakable red coursing through my eyes
and from my shadows at night I watch
their mortality fall so easily
what I wouldn’t give for a death such as that
or any death at all.
Decades have melted into centuries
all my own gone
either scared of me, or never knowing what I’ve become.
Now I keep to myself
unsure how many more losses I can bare
and in the shadows I linger
unable to ask if I may step out
into their precious light
Until one night
I see her
and the forgotten desire rises
I follow her, enchanted and watch her step
into the safety of her home
and from that night I linger
forever near that door.
I finally have a purpose
a figure to revere
in the gloom
thus the shadows no longer haunt me
but help as I guard a flower in hell.