This one is another for my vampire collection. I had considered the idea of creating a few essays on the Philosophy of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The vampire makes a good metaphor for both evil and the lack of a conscience. In this story line, the vampire, lacking a soul has no conscience and thus, while the vampire may look just like one’s friend or anyone else the vampire is not that person any longer. The vampire is a demon. There is the notion of the vampire with a soul in the story line or Buffyverse – but that’s a matter for another discussion.

So, in my life, and in some poems, I describe people who just happen to be vampires… persons with no conscience. I’ve known some folks like that. So, with that in mind, I offer this poem. I was going to add a disclaimer that I am speaking metaphorically with regard to vampires but I should think that was obvious.

Fantasy

I knew she was a vampire
yet I was drawn to her.
I wanted to believe
she was different.

She was powerful;
arms of steal
yet soft... slender
and, oh, yes, sexy.

She speaks to me,
saying,
“I know you both
desire me
and fear me...

You've been hurt.

Yet, I will continue
to speak to you.
I'll never leave you.

We have a bond
you know
and whenever you most
need me,
just listen
and you'll hear my voice...
	Forever.”

by Bruce Whealton
July 21, 2009