by Simon Kiasyd
Condemned to death everlasting am I,"
Exiled by the sun, banished from the flames,
To choke on the blood of man
to slake the thirst of the monster I have become.
My world is now composed of nightfall,
shadows and bloodshed in dark places,
Unfeeling members of my kind, who now
do as I do, act as I act.
The nights are cold to me, now,
I miss the sunrises took for granted,
and the daylight that was once mine
now gone forever from my eyes.
And yet I rise each night to witness
the moon, the only light I know,
as I fall farther from the man I was
into the beast I have become.