I open my eyes and see only the darkness of the earth.
I smell the roses that decorate my new home.
But I am cold here,
and I hunger.
So I leave this blackness for the eternal darkness of another kind.
The pure moonlight spills over me,
like milk from the gods.
But milk can not quench this thirst,
this need.
What I desire is darker,
thicker,
crimson.
I smile at his thought,
and the moonlight reflects of my teeth.
I have changed, body and soul.
I feel this within me.
The night lives and breathes for me now.
For my heart no longer beats,
and I need no breath.
Do I live?
Am I alive?
I think,
feel,
hunger.
But above all, I remember.
And it is the memories of those I love,
that slowly banishes the smile from my face.
They can not know,
or ever see me,
as I am now.
I realize that part of my life,
my world, has died.
But I will never forget them.
They will live in my mind,
and in my useless heart.
I shed a tear for my own passing,
as well as theirs.
But I wipe the tear away.
Because I know there are many nights to remember,
in the life of one who is eternally young.
Now it is time to welcome this new life,
this dark gift.
Now it is time,
to feast.
