The cries of this lone wolf,
Once echoed through the night.
For he longed to rid himself of the cruel and sinister curse,
Placed upon him some time ago.
The thirst for blood is overwhelming,
Though he fights the need for death with all his might.
As he mourns over his long lost human form,
Appearing so weak, his thoughts are strong and terse.
The long troubling gazes at the starry sky,
'Cause him to hunger ever more for eternal darkness...
To be free from the misshapen and revolting form he agreed to take when offered with immortality,
To stop the bloodshed of his former human brothers.
Fate has taken it's toll on this poor creature,
But no longer will he suffer...
No longer wil he cry for me,
The Vampire Hunter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deborah your poem is super