I awoke to ramming on metal pleat,
legs tingly like I tarried on toilet seat,
back receiving waves of shock and heat,
but thankful I could wiggle my feet
for in this state, I once rammed a node,
with casted limbs in sling, and skin sewed
Untold accidents later, I stayed unbowed,
I had nine lives on the road
Dear friend and relation
this, the truth about my condition
My life is at expiration
when death calls, no resuscitation
I wear my cloak in rich red and gray,
my hairy body for pathogen stowaway,
leg receptors to taste decay
and strong wings for quick getaway
Legend says they thrived at night:
fanged creatures that feared sunlight,
capable of afflictions, stealth and flight,
and siphoned blood, draining till white
