The Vampire Who Loves the Sun

Summary

The website content presents a free verse poem titled "The Vampire Who Loves the Sun," reflecting on the duplicity of a Machiavellian figure, alongside commentary on human nature and a brief author's bio.

Abstract

The poem "The Vampire Who Loves the Sun" is a contemplation on the nature of a deceptive and manipulative individual, likened to both a vampire and a demagogue. This figure hides behind a facade of benevolence while engaging in hypocritical and self-serving actions. The piece delves into themes of fear, control, and the manipulation of hope and fear to influence hearts and minds. Accompanying the poem is a reflection on human nature, quoting Oscar Wilde to suggest that many people live through the thoughts and passions of others rather than forming their own. The author, who writes to provoke thought and ask questions, particularly through poetry, expresses a wish for humanity to aspire to greater heights, yet acknowledges the reality that people often remain confined within their own limited spheres.

Opinions

The author perceives a disconnect between the public persona of a powerful figure and their true, self-interested motives.
There is a critique of society's tendency to blindly follow leaders who may not have their best interests at heart.
The poem suggests that fear of death and a desire for control drive the actions of the Machiavellian figure.
The author seems to lament the lack of originality and authenticity in people's lives, as many adopt the opinions and passions of others.
Despite the cynical view of human nature, the author maintains a hopeful outlook, wishing for a world where people strive for more than what they are accustomed to.

the Machiavellian beast, or perhaps the demagogue

the mystery man; the beast shrouded in such hypocrisy hidden behind a saviours mask smiling so radiant, so tall and straight whose rods twist and turn, writhing snakes honour once valued now glossed over gilded in gold, lost in such fever fearful of death, so afraid of true life competition conquered, the house pays hope and fear, in logic, compounded hearts and minds, so easily dumbfounded helping hands and too much back-slapping daggers in hand and nails so biting the vampire who loves the sun

about the piece

Human nature, what more can I say? Other than perhaps to quote Oscar Wilde:

“most people are other people. There thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their life a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”

Still, who am I to judge such things?

about the author

I write about life, mainly poetry to pose questions and prompt thought.

If I were to wish for one thing, it would be that we all learned to sleep amongst the stars, yet it seems we are destined to sleep in tents, castles, large and small and often not our own.

free verse|poetry of sorts

The Vampire Who Loves the Sun

the Machiavellian beast, or perhaps the demagogue