Vampire Soliloquy

Ah, the Moon!

My waking alter, luminescent

pearl on black velvet, She is Satans' Eye,

the Eye of Horus, and She watches me, my mother.

She sees me

soaring the night air,

She hears me feed.

The fat day people are so easy,

locked so tight in their sheltered

REALITY, and my myth slides

under door and dream.

Spawn of the Moon!

I am the feared unknown,

the never accepted. A heavy metal

fantasy that breathes deeper than music, I

strike chords of horror and sing

to the moonlight, drawing my

fairy tale life from

their rich,

red denial.

I exist for them,

Deific Moon:

Satan had to crucify

his son too, so they made me

in his and their image, hung me

upside down by day and made me undead

for their sins, an inverted Christ on an inverted

Cross. It is a role I play, and a God damned good one;

something real, something larger than life, something I can

sink my teeth into.