[This is a poem about a young man who has been turned into a vampire, but who has rejected his nocturnal ways, and kills himself before the other vampires capture him.]
Release of my Soul
I look within myself
What do I see
A devil trapped in a mortal's shell
Alone I stand watcher of the sea
Loud and thunderous the waves of water sweep
Across miles and miles of chaotic sea
Upon which the charred bodies lie in heaps
Oh that I surely see
Looking back from whence I came
I spot the foul creatures they draw ever closer
For death is their only pleasure their only game
And so I take a step forward
None shall reach me I swore to myself
And true enough I fell
Off the cliff and down and down
Til the difference between light and dark I couldn't tell
Oh and how my lungs struggle
For just one final breath
But stopped have I my violent thrashings
Cause this I know would be my death
So I welcomed the moment of release
And felt the final sting of pain
For that which has haunted me is now gone
Oh and that is definitely my greatest gain