The Vampire's Dawn

He sighed and brushed his blackened hair away
from his weary face with a weary hand.
The deep darkness was beginning to lose to day
and creep across the cursed land.

Lost was its relaxed, welcoming softness
which he had grown so fond of now.
And slowly becoming the loud, bold brightness
that was the day. But when? and how?

Insulting his eyes with every growing second.
Forcing them to tighten, and wince.
And never before he reckoned
had he loathed anything more...well not since...

Dawn's settling had already begun,
with that boasting figure that was the sun,
creeping up from it's bed called the horizon
to flaunt its plumage of rays to anyone
unable to find shadows.

Shadows that had once seemed so daunting
But now the figures' humbleness was found
Like hooded phantoms beckoning the curious naives.
They begin to fade and fall underground.

But all the sloping entrances are rare
as if the enemy found them would block them for sure,
and so lost are they to the dependents fair,
And then leads to the blinding torture.