A sad existence (Poem)

In the stillness of the night, she roams,
A shadowed figure, far from home.
Once a woman with dreams and light,
Now cursed to walk in endless night.

Her heart, a hollow, aching void,
A life of joy, forever destroyed.
She longs for warmth, for love's embrace,
But finds no solace in this place,

The moon, her only silent friend,
Witness to a fate that will not end.
She drinks the blood to stay alive,
Yet in her soul, she cannot thrive.

Pity the vampire, bound by curse,
A life eternal, yet so perverse.
For in her eyes, a haunted plea,
To break the chains and be set free.

Pity the vampire, lost in time,
A tragic tale, a mournful rhyme.
For in her heart, a there is a cry,
To feel the sun, to live, to die.

I pity you and your sad life. May the wind and the air guide you,

Day 14, Month 10 (Marpenoth (Leafall)), 183 AR
       Aere Cloudseeker