Vampiric Chivalry

 

I am undone.
I am flayed –
not by a strike of hand
but of gentlemanly politeness.

I am bereft.
I am rejected –
not by a lover’s spurning
but of frustrated licentiousness

Will my vampire ever brave the depravity of reality,
from the enigmatic dark of brutal chivalry?

© Katypoetess 2015

 

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