Near Hallowe’en, routine tension sets in.
Expected entertainment, catering,
Décor: a bachelor like Dracula
Tries to outdo last year’s event — though some
Attended by mistake and won’t return.
Tradition dictates hospitality’s
Essential to his kind. Longevity
Must be preserved. Drinks are but one concern.
His entourage deserves to be amused.
Instead of necks turned as red as afterbirth,
Refreshments can be served by a blood bank,
Thanks to a generous donation made.
Exquisite concentration on details
Is a tourniquet for his unquiet mind,
Obsessed with real estate, castle upkeep,
Demands imposed by vamphood’s life-in-death.
His party plans completed, its checklist ticked,
The Transylvanian lord licks his lips,
Succumbing to tempting pleasure-crested pricks.
