The Vampires from Dis

 

A poem about being hunted for your inner truth, surviving spiritual predation, and emerging permanently changed—not saved, not healed, but standing.

The Vampires from Dis 

(A lone voice whispers)

From beyond the crying, wet moors they came.

The indentured silently crying out in pain.

Crying out from behind blackened trees and never to be seen.

But still my candle burnt as those hellish creatures whispered like jinn in the Arabian Deserts.

Spill your truth. Spill your truth and be torn apart from all from Dis.

Tell us your magic and IS.

Let's eat your despair. It's only fair. 

But when the swamp dwellers arrive, hidden behind swamp trees and lies.

I always remember the day the old me died and the new one found the strength to rise.

It was June; the wet moors were wet. A sad day I'll never forget.

Under the Moon after a harsh afternoon.

I was changed forever by the vampires from Dis.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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