In an endless night
I’ll try to find comfort for the
Vampire who sits alone
In the dark wondering
Where the last two centuries went
And only leave the darkness of the house
For a quick supply of blood and maybe a word or two
In a dark alley
Then back home to a couple of old cats
And a bottle of gin
With a twist from a dried up old lime
And a grocery list that is faded
Like the one who wrote it.
In the dark never thinking of reaching out
But in hopes that someone
Will reach in.
So feed the cats
And wait for the full moon
The endless night
With no sign of sunrise
Or life as it should have been.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman