Vampire
Linked Landays
Steven Wittenberg Gordon
Unwillingly was I made. Not born to this was I.
Unwillingly was I made, not born.
That only blood slakes my burning thirst, am I to blame?
That only blood slakes my burning thirst
Is the sad truth of my existence--my only food.
Is the sad truth of my existence
Unacceptable?
Anathema? Monstrosity?
Unacceptable!
Anathema!
The villagers point and shout at me, stakes of oak poised.
The villagers point and shout at me--
Not a drop of charity in them for a lost soul.
Not a drop of charity in them,
So why should I feel any remorse in slaying them?
So why should I feel any remorse?
I am pursued, cursed, and reviled. Why, then, should I care?
I am pursued, cursed, and reviled. Why, then, should I care?
Poet's Notes: Vampires are made, not born, usually against their wills. But are they created evil, or are they made evil by the way they are treated?
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