Self-Portrait
By: Prince Trystan
Special Thanks to Anne Rice & Milton Island for inspiring this piece


I walk
Through the night
As a creature of darkness

Lurking
Even in sunlight places
Finding the shadows

Moving
Unseen and unnoticed
An invisible entity

Detached
From all that exists
In the mundane mortal world

Watching
As time and events
Pass in an unending stream

Hurting
Suffering countless arrows
Aimed and fired by myself

Feeling
Their tips pierce my heart
And deepen the sadness and sorrow

Loving
Those I shouldn't
Wandering through the blackness

Wanting
The solace of the night
The tranquility of solitude

Living
In the deep, sweet embrace
Of the shadows and the mysteries

Grazing
The edge of humanity
Always outside looking in

Inquiring
Of the spirit
Of it's wisdom and it's knowledge

Seeking
The true nature
Of all that exists

Searching
For the purest love
That of soul to soul

Loving
More and more
The one who understands

Kissing
The lips of darkness
Tasting their sweet sensuality

Biting
At the creamy flesh
Of their delicate necks

Feeding
On the richness
Of the very essence of life

Pulsing
With a new vitality
Tangible in the air around me

Infecting
Those close enough
With the sweetness of my dark embrace

Promising
Immortality
And limitless love

Stabbing
With my knives
Through all that is pure

Renouncing
Decadence and debauchery alike
Fixation on the intimate

Flaming
Out of control
With passion, want and need

Dispatching
Any obstacle which impedes me
From my selfish lust

Calculating
The effect of my
Wanton destruction and desolation

Risking
All each time
And more with each breath

Finishing
The task at hand
Moving on to the next heartlessly

Tearing
At the fabric
Of mortal sanity

Walking
A nightmare
Among dreams

Feasting
On the most luscious
Liquer of all

Ripping
Apart the fallacy
Of what humans call reality

Experiencing
True life, true love
True sight, true vision

Teetering
On the brink
Of madness

Falling
Into the depths
Of the blackest abyss

Rising
Up as the Phoenix
From the ashes

Conquering
Yet again those
That would threaten my kind

Screaming
At the futility of life
And the futility of half-life

Stumbling
Between realities
Not truly a part of either

Wandering
And looking in on both
With a desire that rivals all

Initiating
The lost souls of mortals
Into the darkness of my world

Wondering
About the mysteries
Of life, the universe, and all that is