Vampirism

Her heart has endured;
It is no longer pure, but wretched.
Climaxes of the past
Are but a memory,
A distant reality.

One of the many i remember
A lone figure,
Silhouetted bright against the stark moonlight.
Ashen-white, my face wide with fright
I receive him.

A dull ache throbs my heart with yearning,
As one who has learned to love with feeling,
Has much to lose keening.
He spreads his arms,
Warm and calm,
Open and inviting.

Of the many suns I've seen
Rise and fall,
None rose by the hand of sin
Bound in thrall
In submission to the Cross.

His features twist,
And i catch a glimpse
Of the demon in hide.
Red eyed,
Snarling fangs,
He is gone, I realize with a pang.

Gray dust flutters;
Ablaze a gold ray of light shimmers,
The sun wakes.

Beneath, I grieve
Of what my man used to be.
Dead, he is free
Alive, he is slave
To the woes of the grave.