My Vampire Lestat

Do you know Lestat?
He was a vampire
Once mine
He had eyes
That was filled
With a burning desire
For love unconditional
He had lips
That was blood-red
Unmoving and untouched
By words of warmth
He had a face
That was etched
Skillfully and deftly
In cold splendor
He had arms
That could either
Solicit life’s comfort
Or usher you to death’s door
He has traversed
Leisurely traipsed
To the heights of bliss
And to the jagged desolation
He has opened
Before my feet
A path to lightness
Another leading to darkness
I chose darkness, his abode
Just as he stepped out
To the blinding sun
Leaving his burned ashes behind