Vampire's Sun

(Three of Sarita and Barrett)

The colors slowly shift
Like paint being mixed
Darkest night slowly to charcoal

The sun creeps over the hills
Shots of gold, flares of pink
And faint purple cloud tendrils
Grasp in vain at the fading dark

A dark man
With skin of white
Eyes icy blue
And hair of pale blonde
Stands within the reaches of light

His gaze resting to the east
The morning breeze
Caresses the fabric he wears
But he neither moves nor shivers in the least

Slowly from his lips, a yawn
It warns him of the dawn
His body weakens slowly
Until his strength is nearly gone

Creature of the night
this dark man is
Lethargic, but still surviving the light

He smiles as his fearing lover steps out
She was afraid the sun would burn them down
She looks at him then at herself and laughs
With their vampire eyes they've seen the sun rise