I tried to paint a portrait
for you see
mirrors didn’t exist when I was alive
and now alas!
My reflection I can’t see.
So I ask my fellow ghouls
and witches that pass by sometimes
to tell me what they perceive
to help me conjure me.
One said my left fang is crooked
while another complimented my blood-red lips
a troll noticed a tiny mole
camouflaged under my dainty chin.
My eyes, said a poltergeist
were ‘darker than the depths of hell’
but he was drunk (they always are)
was being fresh, I could tell.
My nose is sharp ‘like a Madonna’
said a new recruit, (whatever does that mean?)
while a travelling siren told me
my eyelashes were ‘to die for’.
A Chupacabra said my skin was so pale
he wouldn’t feast on my blood on a bad day
and my neighbor, Wendigo simply
winked, ‘You’re perfect in every way.’
I collected these bits of information and
put together a picture
of a diligent, scary
yet mesmerizing beauty
to whom humans easily surrender.
I like to read and take
long glides across oceans
And I would never ever say no to
the Lily Death potion.
I have met many entities
that seem to tire of Earth
but I love my death here,
of entertainment there is no dearth.
If I have wetted your curiosity
and managed to spike your intrigue
Simply turn off your lights to know more
And call out softly to me.