He is waiting for you,

I’m surprised you cannot see

His pale face, lighter than a long forgotten

Ghost of a smile in his blood dark lips.

Can’t you see the way

His glowing eyes shimmer and sparkle

As he watches you smile

Remembering –

He remembers through a dazy

Haze of long dark centuries.

He has been chasing your shadow down

The corridors of his mind for a long time

Now. I do not doubt his intentions

He will take very good care of you

In his own way.

I don’t know how you can’t see.

He touches your arm and it makes me shiver

To see you smile so. His pale fingers against your dress.

How can you let him touch you?

His hand in your lap under the table where you

Don’t think anyone can see.

I can see.

Believe me, I don’t mean to watch,

As after the meal he presses you up against

The wall in an empty room

Fingernails catching on your skirts as you stifle moans.

I try to warn you

Again and again.

And all you do is become more hostile

To your old best friend.

Day of your wedding your virgin white dress

Is spattered with my blood, where his claws

Finally tore into my face

For fear of you learning the truth.

But I stood there,

Scarred and shaken

As he lifted the veil

And devoured you whole.

- The Vampire Suitor