The House Atop the Mountain – Poetry

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.

Photo by Medena Rosa on Unsplash

 


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