Vampire epic 1:
I, Vampire
A solitary step forward,
upon the precipus of the saviour of mankind,
I,
in a moment of compassion,
in a moment of tortured heart strings,
I pierced the flesh of the One God,
upon the cross,
and with blood pouring down my spear,
I in a moment of weakness,
tasted of that blood.
Sweet surrender upon my thirst,
that the One God,
in the moment of death would say,
‘Forgive them father,
for they know not what they do.’
Hollow words that bore into my soul,
but the blood was intoxicating to all my senses.
In bitter weakness I drank,
until the thirst had left my will,
and only the absolution remained.
And the sun,
the life that gave me birth,
that sheltered my soul from harm,
would now burn my flesh, for I, Longinus,
was transformed by the blood.
No longer to walk among the living,
but my curse to walk forever,
to thirst for human blood, the blood of the mortal kine.
A vampire was I,
A vampire indeed.
I was condemned by lust.
I was condemned by fear.
I was the immortal for immortality is sin,
this I know all to well.
For centuries I lurked in the shadow of life.
For centuries I walked in the bliss,
of the caressing pale moonlight.
But loneliness had consumed me.
The part to play in a tragedy of my own design,
and I have come to see my eternal life as a burden.
No heirs to call over my kingdom.
No sons nor daughters to rule the night.
Time is fortune to the one who waits,
and I have waited so long for this.
As I write the humble beginnings to my life,
this humble memoir,
I have found another who’s lust dwarfs my own.
He is the son of aristocracy,
but a knight in the holy Order of the Templar.
Sebastian Andreus Dumas is my mortal kin.
