The Vampire by Douglas Walters

The Vampire

I saw a man tonight who obviously

Did not belong;

He walked amongst his children

And they were all bathed

In silver;

He walked through streets crowded with

Young dreams

He never had

Old money

He never knew

Eyes he never dared stare into

Even at arms’ length.

With nothing to say he said

Not a word;

But if he did or even could

Would he ask his silver children

To forgive him?

Or perhaps he'd beg for their

Upturned eyes

For their soft and youthful skin

For their beautiful and bilingual minds

And give birth to himself again.

But he said nothing and instead

Silently begged

For those closest to him

To see him

To remember him

And grant him

His immortality