Julie was stomping around her apartment<\/p>\n
She was in the mood of all moods<\/p>\n
And hated everybody and everything<\/p>\n
But most of all she hated herself<\/p>\n
And her impossible reflection<\/p>\n
It was not much fun being a vampire<\/p>\n
As people no longer believed in vampires<\/p>\n
It was like the power of the full moon<\/p>\n
Both had been diluted beyond belief<\/p>\n
It was time to change this she thought<\/p>\n
As she threw on her coat and trainers<\/p>\n
She walked the city streets until dawn<\/p>\n
Coffee and toast was followed by<\/p>\n
A walk in the Park of the Champions<\/p>\n
In the early autumn sun Julie quietly shuffled<\/p>\n
The dying golden leaves with her bare feet<\/p>\n
She was glad to be alive which was strictly untrue<\/p>\n
As she was already dead a witch by trade<\/p>\n
Who was burnt at the stake in June 1666<\/p>\n
Her current host was Julie Smith a pleasant girl who sold<\/p>\n
Flowers and ribbons on the Wimbledon Worth Road<\/p>\n
How she longed for a slim shadow and a full reflection<\/p>\n
Being undead was not all it was made up to be<\/p>\n
And the moods those terrible toxic moods<\/p>\n
She hated these night terrors and longed for rest<\/p>\n
There were many like her in the city but they never spoke<\/p>\n
That was in the rule book some were in positions of power<\/p>\n
And others polluted the streets and begged for alms<\/p>\n
It was said that there was a terrible beauty in their diversity<\/p>\n
But Julie was not interested in anything but herself<\/p>\n
She loved herself beyond love yet knew it to be an odious love<\/p>\n
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