The Vampire's Lament
by Ray Prew
I spread my wings against the nighttime sky. Darkness has come, and itís time to fly.
My hunger for blood consumes me and I must feed, that wretched hunger, that wretched need.
Throughout the centuries Iíve always asked why. Why was I so weak as to become a creature of the night?
Blood. I hate the taste, and I hate my need worse. What I thought would be an adventure, has now become my curse.
For the people Iíve hurt and for the lives Iíve taken, surely by God I have been forsaken.
I chose to become a vampire long ago, now my heart and soul is filled with sorrow and woe.
I have no chance of redemption, no hope of escaping this fate. Now I have a horrible thirst that I must slake.
It must be human blood for I can drink no other kind. Each night a new victim I must find.
Each night a new innocent must die. Each night I ask myself why, why, why?
How I wish someone would drive a stake through my chest and finally put my soul to rest.
Iíve taken many lives over 400 years, and Iíll take many more before Iím through. Perhaps my next meal might be you.
© 2015 Ray Prew
Ray Prew was originally from Rhode Island, but now lives in Florida. He is a graduate of the New England Institute of Technology. He has been a blue-collar worker all his life, and started writing as a hobby. He spent nine enjoyable years as a phone psychic. His work has been published in Spinetinglers magazine, one of the stories was used in a trivia quiz. Another was used on a You Tube page and is narrated by someone, it is called "Some Monsters Are Real" and yet another was made into a short video on You Tube called "let me out". He has been published in Blood Moon Rising (poetry and prose), Aphelion magazine and several others. He has an anthology book of published and unpublished stories available on Amazon called Delightful Nightmares.
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