Down the street, between buildings one and two,
Lived a man who went by the name of Sorrowful Stu.
He was rather tall with a haughty air about him.
Though overshadowed this was by his features so grim.
He lived alone in his wretched house, or so it was said,
Because he killed his wife and now she's deader than dead.
And though he was not convicted, his neighbors were still quite wary.
For Sorrowful Stu was just downright scary.
His eyes were bright red and seem to burn like a fire.
They were reflections of his soul filled with unholy desire.
Only the blood of the pure could sate such a thirst
And if he did not drink his fill he was likely to burst.
While out one night as he was stalking his prey
His highly tuned ears overheard a denizen say
That a vampire hunter had arrived there in town
And was looking for Sorrowful Stu so as to take him down.
But Sorrowful Stu was such an arrogant beast
That he did not flee and continued to feast.
Then to his surprise a stake pierced his heart
And his whole world most swiftly fell apart.
The cover art is not mine. It is a piece of artwork by a really talented artist on Deviantart.com called CountANDRA. Her work also helped inspire this poem.