Rejection is a painful thing. When death is a penalty merely because one can not do 'well enough', vengeance is at hand.. And even fools have a darker side.
The will of a dark Roman King Mage by the name of Umbra'Cor DeRum Aterhex, the wish of havoc upon all that is and was, and a command to his clansmen - A command of destruction. Though a skilled poet, he is beyond even the worst of misanthropes. He is a necromantic mage who skills in the control of both the dead and living. But the 'Lamia', as he calls them - Vampire in Latin, he dispised beyond anything else.. For they are the undead - The one race of creature who he cannot control. The one race of creature which will mean his final demise.
This is a poem based on the embrace of a vampire. In this particular case, that of Chrishankhah, my Egyptian Vampiress. This is her introduction - the choice she gives the 'victim', might I add.