Crossed Out

The wind blows my hair, a dark cross I see,

The water it burns, but I feel no heat

The clouds form a wave,

 but darkness I crave,

The light sheds a storm,

My eyes shed a tear, far out the norm,

The clouds toss now like the witch in my dream,

The light then shines through and my skin then gleams,

Red and more red pours through my skin,

My flesh burns, and my fangs painfully descend,

The immortality is gone, and in death I am human again.

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