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,
was swifter than a silver arrow.
Vanessa had a capacity to see through everything,
getting down to the bones of each issue
while moving decisively.
She knew precisely what people desired
& could fulfill their dreams –
naturally for a price.
She easily fanned the flames of passion
in 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 fool-hearty 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.
|| So is it fair to compare humans to vampires?
|| I do not know whether it is fair or not, but in some ways it seems like a valid metaphor.
|| (sniffing) I have certainly met some people who seemed like "psychic leeches".
|| (raising an eyebrow) To some degree, aren't we all?