|This is written for the Prompt 3 of this contest:
Am I night’s infinite wanderer?
blessed not by God and satan’s progeny?
caught between what holds the light?
death unleashed upon mortality?
erase that which you feast
feed thyself not on raw legend
grind me not upon the fate of crucifixion
handle me with care
I am not bloodthirsty
jolted into blood-hunger
killing not only for lust
not for the savagery
obsidian dipped in my fangs
pursued by the faith keepers
quested by the brave hunters
rusting in the dark magic of undead…
Surreal orbs vacant
touch no memoir
underneath bones and dead flesh
vixen-like speed and opium red
withered is my form
xenophobia is but man’s game
yours truly is still man
zestfully caged into another mitosis…
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