Lestat

An Interview with the Vampire Blackout Poem by Elysian Alder | Editor-in-Chief

Excerpt from page 19 of Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice

“I saw
Lestat again.
I saw him
as I have seen him before,
stark in the night.

I saw him,
his life and blood;
radiant, luminous.
I saw only Lestat.

It was as if I was so
enthralled with Lestat
that I looked at nothing else
for a long time.

His laughter,
his heart.
It was confusing:
soft but distinct,
increasing but discrete delight—
my Lestat.

Rid yourself, don’t fall so
madly in love that you
lose.

I became so enamored
with a thought of him,
the night beckoning me,
and I began to ache,
dying yet completely alive—
fear.

I ran back to Lestat.”