The withered old bedeviled count idly wonders
as he sits lazily upon his high perch above
the crumbling ancient city...
Have the many centuries that have passed
made me a phallus or a vagina,am I simply
a being of immortal power or am I a just a
wizened old man given over to the frailties
of pretentious human emotions?
There is but one true source he realizes
in which the answer that he ponders so idly
can be found....
And that answer resides within the mystical
chambers of the immortal gods of darkness,
for whom else could a vampire ask such a question?
Donavon Scott Vinson