Running out of energy, a vampire needs to feed, the heavens measuring, soon, the gears will turn, and the setting will lock, struggle, burn, or rot, an unwilling zombie, a water lily waits in the distance, victory at each step, only so much can move my heart, on the dark side of the moon, a new cycle, beginning to yearn, what waits for a poor poet, can he escape, and step back into the sunlight, or will he be shunned, forced to dance under the moonlight, good and evil, this whole time, I was already dead, and I was just struggling for life…


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