The Mythical Vampire

The Mythical Vampire


If you see a mythical vampire just sitting all alone
  no need to pay attention she'll find her way back home
If you see a long haired stranger with a mane of red and gold
  don't offer to brush her hair for she wears it up and done
Just sit real close and listen to her breathing and her gasps
  and remember now my dear one, not too close within her grasp
She's crying on the inside when she lets you see her smile
  this bus will take her nowhere but grant her just a while


If you see a single mother who is at her last wit's end
  with her female child in tow and you know she'd like to send
Please don't misinterpret as she scolds so very harsh
  it only's needed once or twice to keep the babe in charge
Someone once stole her heartache so she feels not much at all
  another stole her sanity and has her climbing walls
Just look on like she's not there and she'll appreciate it much
  and look you over when hungry as a return of favor must


When you come across a wise woman and she jokes and cries and laughs
  she loves to play the jester to redirect the anger till past
But on certain days of randomness it's harder each time to do
  and so she bares teeth in warning note transforming to a shrew
Biting hard into the night at every morning's sun
  and wishing more destruction for the wrong's to her were done
I'd keep me a safe distance and let her have the way
  and take the sunlit sky-scape and drive it far at bay


To quell her in her anger and wash away her dreams
  I'm only telling you of this for it's more useful than it seems
Her soul once pure and gentle is poisoned with disdain
  her hide once smooth and pristine where they tread and now is pained
This creature here before you is tired of her trip
  and ready, Oh so ready with every achy hip
To crawl back to the start of, the beginning of the tale
  and be forgotten properly as if a pulled on veil


If you see a mythical vampire just sitting all alone
  in the most indubitable places like she's lost from her own home
Please step back just a second and allow the bus go by
  it's empty, devoid of other things they know just why she cry
Take heed, dear sir, and move along there's nothing here to see
  but a damaged, burned and badly bruised creature that is me
And I promise not to harm you, not one hair upon your head
  just leave me be and alone here to wallow in my dread


This wise old woman faces her youth and age and present
  and asks of fates so silent for mercy they wont lent
So rides this bus when others sleep to collect and plot and plan
  until your daylight forces her back to a shadow's span
It is safe to look upon her but only a short quick glance
  and she won't notice your mortality if you don't break her trance
If you see your tired rider just scribbling in the air
  it's okay she likes it this way and soon she won't be there...

~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.