How can he say he's a monster? He's pure beauty, moving fast and graceful.
I sighed to the cool, clear glass window.
His bronze hair was always in the perfect disarray, and being tickled by the wind.
I watched a small object dart to and fro between the branches of a tree. I realized it was a hummingbird. I sat more alert, sitting still and quiet as I watched.
It didn't make sound, just hovered wings beating so fast they were invisible. The small rays of sunshine glinted off it's glossy, deep emerald green feathers. It's long beak was closed, and it flew up to my window, peeking curiously.
I was still, but my breath clouded the window, making the small bird dip to the left and fly in a small circle.
It hovered in front of my window again, keeping perfect eye contact, it's small black eyes meeting my brown ones.
It's small legs were tucked in underneath it, but they spread out, and it landed on my window sill.
We stared at each other for a minute, and breathed slowly, sharing an unseen connection that immersed us in our own little bubble.
It suddenly turned and sprang off the window sill, diving down to the bushes in my front yard. I watched slowly as it dipped it's slender beak into a flower and drank the sweet nectar it contained.
I breathed in quickly as something hit.
Vampires were not monsters, at least mine weren't.
The hummingbird's wings blurred because they were so fast.
So did my vampires.
The hummingbird was beautiful and graceful.
So were my vampires.
And the hummingbird drank the sweet nectar it could not resist.
But, I suppose my vampires didn't drink the SWEETEST nectar, for I was the living example of that.
But all the same, my vampires were as much monsters as the sweet hummingbird was.
Later that day, I skipped up the stairs from doing the laundry, hoping to see the beautiful bird again.
I did.
The green body was laying quietly, on my window sill. Dead.
It had enjoyed it's last day as a beautiful creature would, but I wept.
Hummingbirds and vampires were not the same.
But they were close.
You come out at night That's when the energy comes And the dark side's light And the vampires roam You strut your rasta wear And your suicide poem And a cross from a faith that died Before Jesus came You're building a mystery You live in a church Where you sleep with voodoo dolls And you won't give up the search For the ghosts in the halls You wear sandals in the snow And a smile that won't wash away Can you look out the window Without your shadow getting in the way? You're so beautiful With an edge and charm but so careful When I'm in your arms Cause you're working Building a mystery Holding on and holding it in Yeah you're working Building a mystery And choosing so carefully You woke up screaming aloud A prayer from your secret god You feed off our fears And hold back your tears, oh Give us a tantrum And a know it all grin Just when we need one When the evening's thin You're a beautiful A beautiful messed up man You're setting up your Razor wire shrine Cause you're working Building a mystery Holding on and holding it in Yeah you're working Building a mystery And choosing so carefully Ooh you're working Building a mystery Holding on and holding it in Yeah you're working Building a mystery And choosing so carefully Yeah you're working Building a mystery Holding on and holding it in Yeah you're working Building a mystery And choosing so carefully You're building a mystery