Once made, there is
one more Immortal
walking and stalking
the living and dying
Stars and moon their heavenly light
darkness home eternal flight
Never may they greet the Sun
t'would burn them til they are undone
But how to staunch this fascination
I'm drawn into their alienation
Wantonly they make their rules
and see mere humans as the fools
They witness cycling of the eras
perspective lasting ages
With wisdom that is thus accrued
they are akin to sages
Yet we have what they need to thrive
the blood that keeps us all alive
Though weak and vulnerable we are whole
Immortals sadly lack a soul
Ammukutty's poem Vampire reminded me of my own somewhat abashed fascination.
I have relished every Ann Rice Vampire novel.
I now see Vija also wrote a Vampire square.
For some reasons these mythical creatures hold a place in our psyches .