With apologies to J. Sheridan Le Fanu
and a nod to Dorothy Parker.
Carmilla's Lament
From 19th century sleep I woke
to find the truth is often spoke
That we can walk in light of day,
entwined in public places.
No hiding more in darkened lane,
less whispers that we are insane.
Now we can show our faces.
Now I've been outed, don't you know,
I miss the deep dark mystery so!
The
furtive glance, fast beat of heart,
clandestined meetings, passions
start,
Forbidden love in secret place,
hidden from the human race.
But its's an ill wind brings no good
My
style the test of time has stood.
Since from my closet I arose
There's so much more room for my clothes!
