Mr. Victor's Monster

Deep withing the confinds of Mr. Victor's house,
At night when everything was as quite as a mouse,
A certain creature did awake,
That made this Mr. Victor shake.

Poor Mr. Victor had tried everything,
To stop this creature from mingiling,
For it stole the water from the pipe,
In the middle of the night.

It ate all of his cats,
And replaced them with bats,
Ocassionally turning off the electricity,
Making this Mr. Victor very shitty.

For he loved his cats and loathed the bats,
And liked having power for more than an hour,
He was willing to fight to keep his water in the pipe.

One fateful night when Mr. Victor should have been sleeping,
He lay in bed til midnight listening to the creature weeping,
For that very morning Mr. Victor had killed a bat,
And thought that was the end of that.

All the day the creature was crying and plotting,
A revenge for Mr. Victor that was truly shocking,
With every almost silent sob,
It thought about what from Mr. Victor it might rob.

The creature waited til the time was right,
And it just happened to be this very night,
All of a sudden Mr. Victor heard the sobbing stop,
Readying himself heavily armed with a thick book and a mop.

He heard a shuffling in the wall,
Causing him to stand up tall,
Wondering if he was simply just overreacting,
And it was just a bug skuttling being the painting.

But unfortunately it sounded much larger than a bug,
Upon Mr. Victor's heartstrings fear did tug,
Just like normal the lights went out,
In the silence Mr. Victor heard a small shout.

You shalt pay,
For your actions today,
Did you think it was open season,
To kill my bat for no good reason.

Completely astonished that the wall was talking,
Slowly backward Mr. Victor stared walking,
Surprised to hear himself also talking.

But but but,
What what what,
About all of my pet cats,
Whose bones i find under my mats,
All of my water you steal,
Presumably to go with your meal,
Leaving all my taps bone dry,
Causing all my flowers to die,
How do you think I do feel,
With all of this you steal.

And all I take is one measley bat,
It pales in comparison and that's that,
Those words angered the creature,
Who now sought to silence their preacher.

For the creature Mr. Victor had killed,
Twas no mere bat whose blood he'd spilled,
It was my dear lover,
For me none other.

But you are a lonely man,
And simply wouldn't understand,
But have a think about this,
As i come from across the Abyss.

If my lover is a bat,
And that is a fact,
Now before you meet your fate and die,
I'll ask you a question, what am I?

In Mr. Victor's mind the question was pondered,
As he realised his life had been squandered,
All for a silly bat,
And that was that.

If his lover was a bat,
And he sucks the bones dry of my cat,
Not much more thought did Mr. Victor require,
And not soon before long he figured out I was a vampire.

I burst through the walls preparing to pounce,
His poor life Mr. Victor did now renounce,
Soon now on the floor he did lay,
Sucked bone dry for the rest of his days.