Vampiric Benevolence

Vampiric Benevolence by Neil McCall

I used to spend my nights alone,
evanescent fantasy
keeping me cold company.

Then you came, unbidden,
in the witching hour
and overshadowed me.

I feared I was terminal
yet you took only trickles
and gave such sweet infection.

So I offered my warm flesh
for your delectation;
I am a table spread.

By sunrise you are gone
but, by your godless grace,
I am lighter in vein and spirit.

I still spend my days alone
but now I am working on that one.