Servant to Serum

This poem was written for Lizzy. I believe that even vampires have a softer side although they keep it hidden. Enjoy!

Servant to Serum

She wandered through the frosted wood

With none to see her cry

Alone, and racked with grief beneath

A vast uncaring sky.

Servant of her serum

A crystal concoction of hemlock and wolf bane

Saturated with liquid sunlight

To mask the vampire curled sleeping within

That rises with the coming of the night.

Yet she is safe

The serum flows through her veins

Tranquilising her baser nature

Whilst the sun is sleeping

Lizzy weeps and slumps against a tree

Memories of last night’s horror

The red miasma in her brain

The innocent infant screaming in terror

 The sticky crimson blood

And the tiny head staring sightlessly

At its own half chewed body

Lizzy’s eyes well up once more

The sticky metallic tang of the blood

Never leaving her tongue or her nightmares

For that night she failed to serve the serum

And she fled with the darkness

Alone again, she drops the facade

Of ruthless civility

The steel glint fades from her eyes

As grief and horror rack her painfully thin body

The centuries fall away and the little girl is left

Before she became this heartless monster

Lizzy thinks of the words she would growl at her victims

“If you wish to die a horrible death, please, come closer”

And the outburst ceases

She regains her merciless personality

And vows never  again to disobey the serum

Lest she recovers her soul.