A vampire knows no gratitude.
He has nothing
for which to give thanks.
Many a year
I have watched
human families
sit down to their meals,
their eyes full of food
cooked to perfection,
my eyes full of the pulses
beating in their fleshy necks.
We all lick our lips,
but for the taste of something
very different.
I could kill them all
in the time
their knives cut
a single slice of meat
from the bone.
But I don't.
I give the humans this one day
to feel safe in their little worlds,
to enjoy their families,
to love each other,
to have everything I do not.
Except this year...
This year, I have my lady.
Though we starve for blood and flesh,
we are full
on each other's passionate embraces,
on fiery kisses,
on long, dark nights
that aren't so solitary any more.
For her, I give thanks.
~Drake
He has nothing
for which to give thanks.
Many a year
I have watched
human families
sit down to their meals,
their eyes full of food
cooked to perfection,
my eyes full of the pulses
beating in their fleshy necks.
We all lick our lips,
but for the taste of something
very different.
I could kill them all
in the time
their knives cut
a single slice of meat
from the bone.
But I don't.
I give the humans this one day
to feel safe in their little worlds,
to enjoy their families,
to love each other,
to have everything I do not.
Except this year...
This year, I have my lady.
Though we starve for blood and flesh,
we are full
on each other's passionate embraces,
on fiery kisses,
on long, dark nights
that aren't so solitary any more.
For her, I give thanks.
~Drake