Dusk

Turned by a lover’s kiss,
I shelter in the cold abyss:
A prisoner of the light.
I wish to fade into the world,
Hunting the sun,
Sleeping at night.
Yet the dusk stirs my bones,
And soon I will rise,
To prowl, to kill, to dine.
I know I am despised:
Listening to the mist,
I can hear their whispers,
Their plots to destroy my kind,
But we will never die.
Delaying the immortals
Only makes us stronger;
When the hot star burns out,
We will all be free to wander
In the endless, glorious darkness,
Forever.

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Written for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt and Reena’s Exploration Challenge.