I am her Lancelot and she is my Gwenevere.
A queen skilled in things both earthy and divine.
Of all men I alone see her fully.
I alone can possess her whole.

I am a pillar in her castle.
Cool and quiet, I am invisible
to the horde which seethes around us.
So still and strong that though I hide nothing
they cannot see me at all.

Through all days I stand sentinel over her.
I watch her ally, decieve, enlighten, defend.
The knights at court are pawns before her will
and through them she can achieve great ends.

You are tired, its physical it the age.

Go see a shrink or take a pill,

or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll,

you need to sleep.

The modern idea of the vampire is open to many different possibilities. What defines a vampire? And where did these traits come from?

You might be wondering, what's a guy called "Herman" doing in a place like this? It's simple, really: I'm a vampire hunter.

My enemy died today.
Left this Earth to better places.
I miss him.

He was the cause of fear, lessons,
and time being wasted in thoughts
of revenge.

He was memories invoked, to
cause me gratitude in my sorrow.
Now, silent.

He caused me to change. to grow.
I'd gnash my teeth to think he might
have known this.

He made me face myself, my demons,
and in my fear, my anger..my faith
bloomed in a way it could not have otherwise.

I am more enraged now that he is gone,