My response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt Moonlit #writephoto.

Nothing grips the imagination more than the spectre of the Vampire. It’s inhabited the inner landscape of our psyche for millennia, perhaps tens of thousands of years; seducing and repelling in equal measure. This fearsome creature of the shadows touches upon many deep-seated fears surrounding blood, sex and death. Its mythos has been forensically examined by many but won’t be in this post. Folklore and legend abound with speculation regarding the origin of the dread, bloodthirsty beast. Some sources even alleging the gods of ancient Egypt were such entities. I cannot possibly comment…Instead my concoction provides a vehicle for one ancient Egyptian vampire to briefly tell their story. Ally that with one creation myth of the Universe and you have this offering. There are no heroes or villains in this tale.

Hail Khonsu the Wanderer! I stand on the banks of the River watching you cross the heavens and marvel at your beauty. Child of Mut, answer me this, will there be an end for me? My bones grow weary and a cold heart yearns for release. Blood ties bind our kind to yours, ones that you use to great advantage. Brethren you call us. Such sweet words drip from your honeyed lips. Such sweet kisses you place upon our breast. How can we not surrender to your passionate entreaties? The beast that walks within you is kin to us. We know your hunger. Hunger for blood and power. It is this that draws the Eye of Ra to us, Lady of the Bright Red Linen. When the red mist calls we must surrender to its seductive thirst. Thus do we become children of the night, beloved of Great Sekhmet. Such love does not last even an eternity, fickle is the Eye of Ra. Gods you call yourself but are shadow filled as we. You know well the extent of Her treachery. She binds us in eternal servitude, as such our wrath is unending, as is our sorrow.

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