The Vampire and the Ball
by Rebecca L. Snowe
Dresses, jewels, mirrors, chandelier.
A human’s ball is a vampire’s feast.
But first a victim to find,
One who is young and fresh.
He sees her across the room,
Skin like ivory, hair like gold.
Introductions are made,
A dance requested.
Her smile is hypnotizing,
Her eyes so blue.
But her neck is what attracts him,
And the blood flowing beneath the skin.
The dance ends and she begs a walk outside.
She thinks of love,
He thinks only of feeding.
Blood on the gravel,
Fangs in the moonlight.
A scream unheard,
The music is too loud.
A handkerchief to clean his chin,
Inside a new dance begins.
He turns and moves back inside,
Another victim is required.
Rebecca L. Snowe is a high-fantasy writer who hates cliché’s, loves the dark and gritty, and is working on becoming a tea addict.
