Rich Red Wine Poem by Paula Glynn

Blood like rich red wine,
I drink from her veins like the vampire I am,
I taste deep berries and spices as I drink,
Loving the rich taste of her,
For we share our blood:
We are vampires, after all,
And I catch her when I fall,
Because she is my lover,
And men and women we chase,
Our thirst for blood so great,
And for the theatre at night,
We are never late.

We cloud their mind,
Drinking blood like rich red wine,
And we smash our empty glasses,
Into the fire, having enjoyed every drop,
For we are rich: we have risen to the top,
We don't hold back, but we are elegant,
We know when to stop,
To leave our victim in peace,
For raspberries, blackberries and black cherries,
Taste divine on our tongue,
For this is a vampire's dream,
Yet always in the background,
Never to make a scene.

We live for hundreds of years,
If we are not caught,
And our reign ended.
We don't hold back, but erase memories,
Drinking human blood like red wine,
For being a vampire is divine:
A divine right of birth,
Where we walk the years on this earth,
Always hiding in the shadows,
Always waiting to plunge our fangs,
Into the neck of a stranger,
Walking unawares.