A beagle ear bag
would have suited your style-
softly barbarous.

It did not take long
for the talons to come out,
hidden in spreadsheets.

Your vampirism
was mesmerizing to some, 
and withered others. 

but eventually
you grew tired of the game,
and went for the kill. 

Who will carry you
and let you take the credit?
No more easy tasks. 

Water is rising
your idols have retired- 
leaving you to tread.

Don’t let the mask slip-
there may be someone
that can see through you.