Lonely as he was,
He preferred the isolation.
The snow clad mountain held a calm,
None other could ever offer him.
An immortal had it tough,
The house made it ease.
Seven hundreds years since,
He has been with only his loneliness.
A Vampire with a cold heart,
Lifeless yet beating in it’s own way.
Flashes of striking silver stake,
Leading to wisps in the air.
Life torn away from the lifeless,
A cold timeless tunnel left in.
Finding solace was a nightmare,
From which there was no escape.
Remained in an endless circle,
With no end in sight.