A Fragment

On his cross sat Jesus, eating a heart still quivering

when He took the first bite. Holy was he, covered in

blood dried and anew, the Risen Lord, the Father

of Vampires with his First Raised Lazarus gibbering

below, looking at the eyes that once owned the

heart and they looked back, the brightest eyes, the

eyes of an angel, feast of the Messiah.

Outside, in the darkness that was the world,

the Apostles hunted.

29.09.2013