"Poetic Vampirism"
What a tangled web has been weaved, by the masters of the obvious. The adulations hath been received, the masses grown oblivious. Such was the magic of the Fates, to bring them all together, driven by their common traits, determined any storm to weather.
What of the lonely wanderer, just idly passing through? Is it his time they squander, or is it really true? True in the sense of the word, that all are welcome there, Truth is what is heard, sometimes hard to bear.
So, t’was once a late and lonely night, a stranger came calling, broad of shoulder and keen of sight, and behind him darkness was falling. He entered with a confident swagger, determined to join in, and watched as the regulars gathered, both women and men. Each and every soul, welcomed him in their own way, not really knowing he was so old, centuries since he’s seen the light of day.
Easily he joined their talks, seeming to fit right in, speaking of his midnight walks, his words enraptured them. Yet even as he spoke of adventures long gone, something was not quite right, and with the approaching dawn, he retired for the night.
The following eve he rejoined their ranks, relishing it seemed in their company, yet even as he spoke his thanks, he brought with him misery. Unknowingly they played into his hands, willing victims of his ploys, each separated by their own strands, that bound him to his new toys. And how he played his heart out, an actor of the oldest school, his skills had long since come about, his armory of vampiric tools. His desire to survive had driven him, to become the monster he was, and though it was a precarious limb, he began to balance there as he always does.
These humans were his need, as they were his sustenance too, and his survival demanded he feed, and move on when he was through. Like a virus he traveled the land, moving from town to town, death came swiftly by his hand, an ocean of souls in which to drown. For his conscience ate at him, and his heart hurt him so, for truly he had never had friends, and love he had never known.
Happiness betrayed him by never calling, and his urges prevented love, all around him others were falling, indeed, falling in love. Yet his resources drove him on, seeking the company of others, those heartbeats played their sweet song, and ended with the feeding of another.
This night he looked around, at the tavern into which he’s come, and found himself spellbound, his own heart pounding like a drum. Could this be real, this feeling he felt, an unearthly woman commanded his attention, with these feelings he had never dealt, suddenly he felt tension. No mere food this grandiose dame, his heart felt all a flutter, suddenly he forgot his very own name, and his will melted like butter. Like a goddess she was to his eyes, eyes that had seen it all. Suddenly he remembered long ago cries, her vision brought sudden recall.
Yes, once love had been his to know, and sadness ripped him apart, for in this woman his ancient love glowed, reincarnating his dead heart. She could be the twin, of the love once he lost, somehow come back to him again, his ancient heart to accost.
How to proceed he did not know, feeling suddenly like a fool, yet warmed by the beauty of her glow, his foolishness overruled.
Approaching her slowly he caught her glance, and she smiled with beckoning eyes, she herself began to advance, languidly on shapely thighs. His heart skipped a beat, as they embraced, she was all he’d ever need, his own desires he now faced.
Lost love come back again, melting an icy soul, putting an end to the pain, blurring this night’s goal.
Suddenly, twin bolts of pain, ripped into his skin, his ancient heart lost its reign, betrayed as it were by vampire kin.
A smile danced upon his face, as mercilessly she fed, at last he had lost the race, and mercifully, he was dead…………………
Felt at 02:25
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