Vampirehunter – Fates worse than Death; Variant 2

Vampirehunter – Fates worse than Death; Variant 2
© Andrè M. Pietroschek, all rights reserved

Enervating city-life clad in pseudo-occult symbolism…

At night streets of every city have become  hunting grounds of sorts
For the camouflaged vampires only let us live as prey for their sports

From old, Carpathian nobility to deceptively modern elite-universities
Fangs, thirsty for blood, clawing us down due our darker dependencies

Oh that just has to be symbolic’, ‘Oh my God’, or: ‘They do not even exist
Craven smartmouthing, while another needed person dreads to resist

Still some of us, daringly, decided to bring the monsters to the stake
While faith and science waste time accusing each other to be a fake

Mortals can’t debate-away poverty, nor can one simply shoot it dead
Demon Drink, too, is a fierce fiend, so the lost souls enjoy it instead

Wrath, born from an injustice faced, or loyalty to our ancestral line
We’ve sacrificed normalcy, to become avengers of undeserving kine

Nocturnal cold-war best unmentioned, we’re sure just deluded fools
Withering, trapped in dutiful routine, as we played by their evil rules

And in this weird line of duty there is a dark truth we all risk to find
If vampires can’t kill us they turn us into their own, bloodbound kind

So, like a knight during his holy vigil, I gather my inner strength anew
To remember whom I shielded why, and what far-gone monsters I slew

If I’m not slain, nor brutally converted, then I keep it going on and on
This is like maintenance, not just a movie war which can be easily won

A part-time vigilante, worried father, plus a man of duty, and regrets
The fiercest vampiric drain I know is what doubtful hesitation begets

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