Blood stains the floor
surrounding me
and I shudder in madness
while
I
weep.

I cry for the love
that we had-
that we lost.

But soon the tears cease
as I realize-
'twas you who scorned me,
'twas you who hurt me.

You deserved to die.

And so now
I laugh aloud
and begin to drink:
my feast.

How I pity thee
who scorns
the love
of
a
vampyress.