My Dear Claudia
"My last fledgling was an attractive child,
Flaxen curls framed her face, so wild.
She was so small, and cunning too,
She could trick the charming seamstress marm, who
Swayed by childlike charm
Did not, even by the prick of teeth, raise alarm."
"They died quickly, then, in this land,
Even I, her master, was not safe from her hand.
She stole two souls to curry my favor,
Then slit my throat with silver saber.
Threw my withered corpse in stinking fen
I was alive, but barely whole, when
I found that by feasting
On blood of rats, I could catch my little beast-ling.
She was leaving by ship with my only friend,
I tired to kill her, but in the end,
Left me screaming for mercy to the heaven, as fire
Ate my handsome flesh, I fled back to that awful mire."
"A year passed before I saw her again,
She was watching a troop of men.
How cold my stunning little beauty became,
No longer was she a sweet little dame.
So cunning I was, I waited until
She and her new mother, were ripe with kill."
Dabbing red tears, Lestat continues his tale.
"A yellow dress, enough lace to make a sail,
Was what she wore, my little bun,
She was to be executed by the new sun."
"The screams only lasted a short while."
Pained eyes accompanied his smile.
"Nothing left of the vampire childe.
Her golden locks, which were once so wild,
Were nothing more but ash,
Only her dress and hair sash,
Survived, but even they, in time
Turned into dust and grime."