Yes, I wrote a vampire poem. This is how I imagine I would think, were I
of the blessed Consanguine.

I hail from Aetolia, The Midnight Age
I hide in shadows dark and secreted
Birthed of that race so old and sage
I harm no one as long as I am fed
My tears mingle with thick warm blood
As my victim ceases to struggle in
My intimate embrace, life given to me floods
My senses with heady vapors of sin
No one listened to hear his screaming pleas
No one but I, starving all alone here
Waiting, always waiting, so silently
To snatch at the first whiffs of passing fear
Tis hard to think this ecstacy of thirst
Is akin for some to a dreadful curse

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Khepary, in the year 62 MA.