Vampira’s Anniversary

Star-crossed Lovers

The black marble mausoleum
Brightly gleams
Catching blood red flowers
From the setting sun
Against the fading light.

He stops to pick
Three poppies for his love
Who sleeps without breathing
In an obsidian bower
Beside his.

He recollects a night
When the stars cried in dismay
Watching them both die
And rise again most unnaturally
As the poppies bloomed.

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