Sep 3, 2020
2 min read
free verse|poetry of sorts
The Vampire Who Loves the Sun
the Machiavellian beast, or perhaps the demagogue
the mystery man; the beast
shrouded in such hypocrisy
hidden behind a saviours mask
smiling so radiant, so tall and straight
whose rods twist and turn, writhing snakes
honour once valued now glossed over
gilded in gold, lost in such fever
fearful of death, so…
