Waiting
in the desert.
Waiting
for the girl.
Waiting.
Chains
on her wrist.
Men speak,
not in her language,
but she understands.
Shadows cast,
they offer power.
Try to force it upon her.
But she wields
her own power.
Humanity is what
makes her strong.
* * *
He struggles,
souled now,
more human
than in a century.
The kill doesn’t thrill
like it used to.
What’s a vampire to do?
Back to basics.
Strength and attitude.
Black leather coat
billowing behind.
Its original owner
just a girl.
Waiting
for a vampire.
Chosen
to die at his hand.
He’s not sorry
for her death.
Their strengths
were equal.
Their fight, destiny.
But he does feel sorrow
for other things.
Many other things.
* * *
Waiting in the desert
amid screams
and shadows.
The girl,
violated before,
is done waiting.