Vampire Poetry - Envoi

by Lucas
(They Dread Us Here, Mississippi)

*This is an envoi to a larger poem that I've written; just an after thought.


Thine spirits sir are most delighting,
Good future knows we might be drinking-
Good cognac are some london-gin
That makes the poets think again.
Then...shall I speak of this sad sad vampire,
Who caught my heart a fun'ral fire;
Do understand this dying issue
But do give the vampire a tissue:
His heart is weak with constant weeping,
His fav'rite blouse with blood is drenching.
Go sing his rotten heart a lullabye,
What ruby bleeds a mess yet cannot die?