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To Laugh at the Sunrise

Published: 22 October 2019


Like a vampire laughing at the sunrise,
daring the light to shine and burn the skin
with the holy, blessed rage of Heaven's inferno.

I sit here unknowing, unable to un-imagine
the warmth of the daytime; of things sublime
to all these ancient senses once bound
by a false servant of the angels.

Perhaps, I will turn to ashes
when next your gaze falls on me;
or maybe I will fall to pieces
such as I have been through
all these nights being blind to you.

Like a vampire laughing at the sunrise—
at the certainty of one's own demise
and the inevitability of coming to terms
with The Great Unknown.