Elegy for a Vampire

Some call me demon, but have they held
The still watch, listened to the death rattle of love?
There is no returning from this song
From this final rush of breath,
For what frail difference lies between
The moment of warmth and the sudden chill?

The young call me demon for they have not held
The still watch, listened to the nightingale
As one year turns into a thousand
But old men recognize me for what I am
At the end of their hours, haunted by dreams
Visions of another world, another time

When flesh was warm and sweet, now only
Ghosts visit and claim their fading territory
Anxious voices with messages from heaven or hell
We are all vampires once in our lives
Before the silent fall into eternity

© J.L.Stanley