I think my cat's a vampire,
Although it might sound weird,
In that one small kitty
Is everything that's feared.

He's small, black and furry,
But don't let that fool you;
There's many a terrifying thing
My vampire cat can do.

He goes all day to who knows where,
But reappears at night.
And if you find him on your pillow,
He'll give you quite a fright.

His fangs appear, so frightening,
As he gives a warning hiss;
And when he hurls towards your throat
You know that he won't miss.

The mice he drains completely;
A terror to every rat.
Who needs a sign "Beware of the dog",
When you have a vampire cat?

In fact he would quite scare me,
As I know all this is true,
If it wasn't for the simple fact
That I'm a vampire too.
Unknown Festive - 16 years, 4 months, 3 days ago

Last night I met a vampire
Whilst walking down the street,
His teeth were smartly filed,
Appearance nice and neat.

He raised his evening hat
For he saw we were the same
And I could not help but ask
The delightful creature’s name.

“Lestat,” was his reply,
Rather common for his kind,
It has overtaken Dracula
As the first that comes to mind.

But something of his tone
Made me continue down this track
And enquire where he was going
Dressed from head to toe in black.

“To the graveyard,” said he
And I slowly shook my head,
Did he really think that vampires
Find any pleasure in the dead?

A most peculiar boy indeed,
So I let him on his way;
Plastic fangs would be far simpler
Than sharpened teeth any day.

The young have such ideas
And illusions of the night,
Whilst the old have no such drama
And in fiction find no fright.

A stereotypical vampire
The mortal boy had been,
But if all vampires were so
They would never walk unseen.

I, on the other hand, am real
Although the boy would never know
That he’d spoken to a vampire
Born a thousand years ago.

I strolled on in my mini skirt
That barely touches my thighs,
In it men pay scant attention
To my teeth and blood red eyes.
Unknown Festive - 16 years, 4 months, 3 days ago

Here, in the broken shadow of my own mortality,
I sit, constructing a jigsaw of hopes and dreams.
Youth, love, strength, valour... all segments lost
Beneath mutated misconceptions of morality.
My life, the picture; my death, just one more piece.
Unknown Festive - 16 years, 4 months, 9 days ago

The faded reminders
Of days long gone by,
She touches their sequins
Forbidden to fly.

The smell of the greasepaint,
The roar of the crowd
Has silenced forever,
The last encore been bowed.

These tattered costumes
All she has to hold on,
Since glory, fame
And beauty have gone.

Her limelight is over,
The shadows now fall,
Fate will not grant her
One last curtain call.
Unknown Festive - 16 years, 4 months, 9 days ago

Once upon a time
In a land far, far away,
There lived a fairy tale Princess
Whose hair was going grey.

She sat and wondered why
Prince Charming never came,
On a wicked witch or bus strike
She knew would lie the blame.

When, in through her window,
There flew a little bird,
She knew she was losing her marbles
As this is what she heard.

"It’s now the woman’s job
To chase after the man.
They call it equal rights,
So get out if you can."

"You’ll have to get to work
If you want to be a bride.
Rescue a Prince from a dragon
If you want him by your side."

Despite being an old-fashioned girl,
With no idea how to fight,
The tower was very boring
So she said "Why not? Alright."

She put mascara on her lashes
And brushed out her curls,
Then did a quick trip down the shops
With a couple of the girls.

Out of the mall
She walked all alone,
Until she found a castle
Made of dark, gloomy stone.

From the lake of molten lava
She knew it was the place,
Where many a traveler
Vanished without trace.

But, valiant or plain stupid,
She walked through the door,
Ignoring the skeletons
Which littered the floor.

And there, straight ahead,
The great beast arose,
A fearsome sight,
Blowing flames from its nose.

With its jagged teeth
And fearsome claw,
She thought, "I hope this is not
My new mother in law."

And where others would fight,
Or turn tail and run,
The Princess fluttered her lashes
And smiled like the sun.

“Excuse me, Dragon,
I hope you don’t mind,
but I've always wanted to meet you.
You've been so hard to find!”

The dragon was amazed
That his visitor did not fight;
All the others had tried to slay him,
So he'd killed them outright.

He knew not what to say,
So waved her on by,
But she stood still and asked,
“What’s it like to fly?”

By the time an hour passed
The Princess achieved her aim;
For when someone is your friend,
You are less likely to maim.

So she went up to the tower
And there she found the Prince.
And, although he was quite charming,
Something made her wince.

A man cowering in a tower
Could have little pride.
Sighing from the heart,
She knew deep inside

That she hated this role reversal,
Where the women must be strong;
To a man cowardly and weak
She could never belong.

Leaving the puzzled Prince behind
She went back down the stairs,
Catching the still clueless dragon
Quite unawares.

The putting on her best smile,
She asked all polite,
“So come on Mr. Dragon,
How about that flight?”

A girl can have more fun
With a dragon than with a man
And should search for new adventures
Whenever she can!
Unknown Festive - 16 years, 4 months, 10 days ago