Wolf Stars

We are the Wolf Stars,
Cast down,
To this, a cold world made colder by us.
We are the Methuselahs.
The Ancient Ones of this Eden,
Grown savage and debauched.
We dance in the flickering ghost flames, chasing our treasures.
Twisting and turning, giving not a care or a thought, chasing our doom.
Oh, how beautiful we are!
Recklessly tonguing the lips of death.
Basking in her coming, her warm, sweet baptism.
We court the edge of combustion,
Phosphorescent in this unending night.
Preening like peacocks, chasing our unattainable dreams.
Our desires rule us,
Pushing us forward, merciless, driving like the Devil at our heels.
A twist and a spark, we are no more than ash.
Awaiting life again on the lips of an eager wanderer.
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This is NOT about vampires. I also don't write poetry much. I just wanted to put that out there.

I wrote something like this years ago. At that point, it was the only thing I'd written that I was truly happy with. So I decided to put it somewhere safe. That ended up being a place I'd never remember. I would occasionally run across it by chance and move it somewhere equally as 'safe'. Because of that, I haven't been able to find in for at least two years. This is a rewrite, as close to the original as I could remember.

So, yeah...