Vampire Dreams

When I was a young man,
evil’s strength appealed to me.
I had doubts about a higher plan,
yet figured nature worked in pairs.

In memory, I still see the Count
slipping and tipping on an ice floe.
In dreams, I fought vampires on trains,
running, leaping under the moon’s glow.

Sometimes a power beyond human limits
I wielded as I defeated foul monsters
Whose black eyes were narrow slits
of bloody desire and fierce hunger.

Yes, those dreams included a woman.