Monsier L' Vampire (2) (Lestat) Poem by Dorian Petersen Potter

Monsier L'Vampire goes 'round the block
And for his daily evening he walks
In the darkness of night he creeps
For fresh and new blood he seeks

Looking for another victim tonight,
Takes most of his waking time at night
His patience sometimes runs out, he's out of touch
When he needs blood again and again just as much

Monsier L'Vampire is dressed as required
As usual all in his elegant and black attire
With the finest silken cape in black and all lined in red
That reaches right down to the ground, from feet to head

Demure and granite- chiseled like
Are his magnificent good looks as he strikes...
With the most magnetic blue eyes that you've never seen
Eyes that seem to look right through your soul in every scene

Monsier L'Vampire goes out for the night
Hunting for new blood is always his pleasure
Blood races in the ladies' hearts at leasure
When with horror too late they experience his bite

So every evening, when the sun goes down
Right over the new horizon that seems to meet the sky
Lestat searches in alleys and deserted, dimmed streets
Hidden, in the darkness he thirts for new blood as he sighs!



September 4,2009