The Vampire’s Dawn

The Vampire’s Dawn

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Beneath the shroud of endless night,

Where stars are cold and pale,

There walked a soul of darkened blight,

Whose heart defied the tale.

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For though his skin would burn and sear,

And daylight meant his end,

He longed to feel the sun so near—

To call the dawn his friend.

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He watched each morning, veiled in shade,

As gold lit up the skies,

And wept for all the joy it made,

Yet banished from his eyes.

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"O cruel and radiant, burning light,"

He whispered to the air,

"Why must you shine so fiercely bright,

Yet never spare me care?"

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The sun, in silence, climbed the blue,

Unknowing of his pain,

And bathed the world in honeyed hue—

A love he’d never claim.

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One dusk, as twilight bled to red,

He stepped beyond his keep,

No fear of death, no tears he shed—

Just longing, raw and deep.

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The first faint rays began to rise,

A kiss upon his cheek,

His flesh did smoke, yet in his eyes—

A peace none could critique.

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For in that moment, brief and bright,

He smiled though he burned,

For love is worth the fatal light,

If love is what you’ve earned.

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Now legends say, when dawn is new,

A shadow lingers near,

A ghost who loved the sun too true—

And still, he waits for her.

From the Forgotten Pages of: The Lost Books – "Libri Perditi"

Where even monsters learn to love.