Of all of the vampires I have known,
Vanessa was by far the most alluring.
She bit into matters softly, with utmost discretion –
yet when initiative was called for,
she moved faster than an eyeblink.
Vanessa had a capacity to see through everything,
getting down to each issue
decisively, yet delicately.
She knew precisely what people desired
& could fulfill their dreams –
if they agreed to pay the price.
She easily fanned the flames of passion
in mere mortals, looking at them with a curious mixture
of compassion and scorn.
"Poor humans!" she used to say,
"They can never quite control themselves –
or recognize what is controlling them."
Too bad this fine being came to an early demise
at the hands of a necromancer:
a zealot with a flare of showmanship
whose love of profit was surpassed only by his lust.
Alas, the graveyards shall see her exquisite form no more
and the libraries of Transylvania
will seem a bit more vacant.
However, each time I touch my neck
or feel a curious thirst for immortality
I shall remember her fangs.
