{"id":42,"date":"2010-01-24T06:05:50","date_gmt":"2010-01-24T13:05:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.angelvillanueva.com\/blog\/?p=42"},"modified":"2011-02-23T20:09:18","modified_gmt":"2011-02-24T03:09:18","slug":"notes-on-a-vampire","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.angelvillanueva.com\/blog\/2010\/01\/24\/notes-on-a-vampire\/","title":{"rendered":"Notes on a Vampire"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">:: :: ::<\/span><\/p>\n<p><em>There once lived a creature in the woodland<\/em>\u2014<em>some say a man<\/em>\u2014<em>who lured children away from their adventures, and drowned them in a well. Hidden amidst the trees, it would watch as the villagers gathered for the mournful task of retrieving the lifeless little bodies from the cold darkness that claimed them, out into a sunlight cruel in its insistence on exposing every detail of the horror. It followed the trail of their grief to the cemetery, taking great pleasure in their rituals, in their attempts to cope with what couldn&#8217;t be coped with, the unjust passing of their innocent. For it was not the death of children that it sought, but the waking death of those who grieved them: its soul fed on the sorrows of the living.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>::<\/p>\n<p>Undead<br \/>\nYou surface once again<br \/>\nBut I have known you<\/p>\n<p>You call your works the Children of the Spring<br \/>\nChildren drowned<br \/>\nAt the bottom of a well<\/p>\n<p>Walk on<br \/>\nSpare me the vacuous inquiry of your stare<br \/>\nThe treachery of your touch<br \/>\nThe mimicry concealing rigor mortis<br \/>\nOf your signature approach<\/p>\n<p>Spare me the tentacles of your deception<br \/>\nSpare me the righteousness of your reproach<br \/>\nThe slithering dance of your tongue<br \/>\nWeaving a dazzling patchwork out of lies<\/p>\n<p>Spare me the tedious record of your anguish<br \/>\nNone for the better<br \/>\nThe bait and switch<br \/>\nThe concealed clockwork diligently ticking<br \/>\nBeneath the outward good of your intention<\/p>\n<p>Spare me the horror<br \/>\nThe murder of what&#8217;s good in those around you<br \/>\nYou are a death heavier than any other<br \/>\nAn end before the end<\/p>\n<p>Cartography<br \/>\nThe only cross I can lift up against you<br \/>\nThe charting of a path which won&#8217;t cross yours<br \/>\nIs held up high<\/p>\n<p>I know the blood of pain you cannot do with<br \/>\nYour talent is but one<br \/>\nTo live from agony<br \/>\nNow let<br \/>\nThe agony you live from<br \/>\nBe your own<\/p>\n<p>Spare me the silent aggravation<br \/>\nOf witnessing your plunge<\/p>\n<p>Back I say, back!<\/p>\n<p>::<\/p>\n<p><em>No longer hiding in forests, swamplands, or caves, today these creatures live in our midst, roaming the land in search for the child in us. In them lives on a predatory hunger, an urge that saw its dawn in a time long before ours. The one incantation holding sway against their lurid powers is distance.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Stay away from them, children, stay away&#8230;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>~A.V.<\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>:: :: :: There once lived a creature in the woodland\u2014some say a man\u2014who lured children away from their adventures, and drowned them in a well. 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