The Leech, a poem by Arjun Dhillon, a budding Malaysian writer, tells the story of a friendship gone wrong between a vampire and an orc. As per our FAQ, the copyright of this essay belongs to Arjun Dhillon.
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Aeons ago I had a friend,
A very good friend, perhaps,
His name was Shaka The Hazard,
Usually sends a message to our foes.
I was a vampire and he was an Orc,
We were formidable opponents to any,
On the battlefield we had slain many,
To the utter disgust of our enemies.
There was a tiny mistake in my statement,
Let me correct that, I had slain many,
With my massive chainsaw wielding blood,
While he had stood and watched fiercely.
Eventually, I discovered that my friend,
Wasn’t an ally, he was a spy for the eagle,
He had been playing double agent along,
So I enticed him into an exquisite trap.
I laid our training dungeon bare of weapons,
When the clock struck 12 o’clock midnight,
I took the burning arrow and shot him,
But poof! He vanished into thin air!
Or I thought so, as I saw him running afar,
I transformed into a bat, chased him down,
“Shaka stop! I have a gift for you,” I said,
I gave him the sweetest gift a person could,
A gift only a best friend could give,