A Vampire’s Night

Blood on my hands,

I’m a murderer.

Blood on the ground before me,

I’m a murderer.

Blood drips from my mouth,

I’m a murderer.

A night filled with screams

Blood-curdling cries of anguish.

Howls, roars, screams, laughter.

I’m a murderer.

I look down.

I see my white hands

With my long fingers.

I look at my reflection

In the blood of my victim.

My fangs are drippng with blood.

I look up no more sounds, but

There…on the horizon…

The sun. I morph to a bat

And fly home to father.

Famous father, Dracula.

Tomorrow, tomorrow.

Blood feast.

No, No, I hate it. No!

I will not keep doing this.

It’s not fair.

Should I let myself perish in the sun?

Should I drive myself

Through the woods I sail

I stop to hang from a limb on a tree

To sulk

I look down and watch as rivers

Of blood trickling from the body of a young child…

A young child had to die for a cruel monster’s supper.

I make a lousy vampire.