• Blood, Prickling down your neck and into your mouth.
    A delightful, sweet treat.
    To share with the shining moon.
    The sharpness of your thirst, wanting more
    A smile on your face as you lick your lips.
    What am I? You ask.
    A few steps foward, into the mist.
    I know what you are.
    the moon still shining, teasing you.
    You are a monster, no, a vampire.
    The beauty of the night.