Monsieur L'Vampyre - the Foggy Night

MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - the foggy night As dark a night that's hidden Paris streets from prying eyes, fell on the city cold, there came I to the setting fog, that greets the cobble stones layed in the days of old. With naught to fear from Gendarmes in the night, I wandered through the dark, just searching for someone who's lost at life and love, and might be ready for what this night has in store. And near me, walking by the River Seine face turned into her hands, to hide her tears, a beauty bound to stop the hearts of men, in days of youth or getting on in years; I knew at once her love was drawing nigh so set my path to where she met mine eye. A welcome sigh from deep within her breast breathed from her lips and begged my company, so strolled we through the fog, and made a quest of finding what was love, what could it be? And reasoned she, that love was just a game that men have made the rules and set to stone and my requital was, our love's a flame that burns as much as anything that's known. So as the fog hid ev'ry thing from sight we set about to find what love might show then loved we through the cold Parisienne night down by the Seine, where only lovers go; and when I sank my teeth, I heard her sigh, that love must be the only way to die. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet