Monsieur L'Vampyre Meets the Sapsucker

MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - the Sapsucker When the daylight was done and the set of the sun was aflame and a deep prophesy, I awoke to the spell of what's brewed deep in hell and I drank what gave new life to me. T'was a burning desire down my throat as a fire and it settled down deep in my breast, as mine eyes cast a glow to the dark that I know, all the world was a weight on my chest. I relaxed with a toke, then I dressed to my cloak and I ordered my black limosine for the dark was at hand, and a storm came unplanned with such lightning like I've never seen. There's nothing I love--more than rain from above if it's dumped all at once in the night and the thunderous roar makes my feelings to soar such a night was this one going right! For my driver my word was to drive til she's heard where I'd yet to decide we should go, so she drove through the storm on a way not our norm, past some chateaus that we neither did know. We drove all of the way, from my home, Poitiers, into Lyons, a town I hold dear it's just south of Paree where I thought we should be and I wondered what fate's brought us here. In the headlights ahead, on a street looking dead was a figure I barely could see, with the squint of mine eyes, I could not realize anyone who could be here but me. All the closer we grew, my dear driver, she knew and she pulled to the side of the street next to one mademoiselle, she was young, I could tell, and was drowned from her head to her feet. With my door made ajar, I asked her to the car, and she lept although we'd never met, her long hair not a trace, of the rain, nor her face, but a beauty I'll never forget. Through the night we conversed as if it was rehersed, and she said it was like like deja vu, so I searched through her mind for a moment to find if we'd met in a time we both knew; she said "be at your ease, I'll reveal, if you please, if you just settle back in your seat..." what she said was all lies, I could tell from her eyes, but her voice had me soon in my heat. Now I cannot recall, not a word, not at all, from the way that she spoke I was lost to the will of her voice, as if I had no choice, and I knew I'd be paying the cost. Though her blood was my need, just one taste to be freed, she had me in her hand, hypnotized! then she bit to my soul, with her teeth, and her goal was to drink me right there mesmerized. But the blood that's my own isn't red, and it's known that it's sap and it tastes just like glue, and she soon had her fill, so she passed on the kill, and she left on the wing, as I do. Though the night was all dark, I could not see a mark on her neck, so she wasn't undead, but the sapsucker had everything that I had now I can't get her out of my head! © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet