i had tea
with a vampire
it was delightful
sitting in the study
sipping earl gray
surrounded
by books
with yellowed pages
the leather spines
broken
from centuries of reading
it was nice
to sit in a room
with no mirrors
as neither of us
care for the damnedable things
we talked
through the night
about history
about life
about undeath

as the sun rose
to the east
i stabbed him
through the chest
with a wooden stake

it was nothing personal
though he
may have disagreed