Never to see the white light.
Mask of desperation and doom,
Cursed since the womb.
Locked in a soulless battle,
Will I feed upon mortal cattle?
Fangs sharp points intrude,
I find they have become crude.
Wallow in this plight of misery,
One with shadow and mystery.
Falling gracefully to bended knees,
My sanity, crumbling flees.
Bound to this immortal life of pain,
My existence to all a bane.
Calling out to any who may hear,
Desperate that some life is near.
Save me from my restless torment,
Years I have endured, yet dormant.
Face the greatest fiery threat to my kind,
My weakness now I see as a sign.
Delicious warm life sustaining nectar,
Once mankind’s greatest protector.
Gained mortality only a whisper,
Granted because I am a shifter.
Lulled to my death,
Taking this last breath.
My entrance to any heaven forbidden,
My immediate hell-bound doom now unhidden.
This unchosen descent not willingly made,
Still the demise will be the same, will not fade.
Forgetting these decades
Multitude of facades…
One last glimpse of natures delight,
The sun slips from my dead sight.
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-Christina Worrell