Wasted Blood

by flammeusgladius

Wasted Blood

“There’s hope!” he told the vampire as the stake
Hovered and hesitated – and the sun
Sank slowly. Oh, she knew that mortals ache
For superhuman beauty. Was it fun,
Waiting there helpless? Seconds shuffled, one
By one, into the vastness of the past.
By admiration many were undone.
Yes, there was hope indeed! But would it last?
The die was rolling in the ether, cast
By circumstance – or else necessity.
Daylight paralysis was holding fast.
Then the sun set. She acted forcefully.
She broke his neck – then stomped him into mud.
She never drank his foolish mortal blood.

–Tom Riley

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