King Of The Damned Poem by Ulysses Cabinatan

The king of the damned
lurking
and disguising himself
as a workplace ally
and now is again looking for
for ways
to replenish his depleting strength
looking for a person
he can draw for energy

He walks near my room
I smell his presence
of dry blood
blood of arrogance, grandiosity and self-importance
The signature smell of the king of the damned

He walks carefully
I prepare my protection
not of garlic or bronze cross
or salt and holy water
nor a silver bullet

His motto:
“me first, me first”
and sometimes think he knows what’s best for others
he started to bolster his ego
I turn on my music
as it’s one of the best way
for this vampire to turn away
and one way to keep my boundary.
and glad he went away.