Vampires are such fragile creatures ...A Poem by Michael R. BurchVampires by Michael R. Burch Vampires are such fragile creatures; we fear the dark, but the light destroys them... sunlight, or a stake, or a cross―such common things. Still, late at night, when the bat-like vampire sings, we heed his voice. Centuries have taught us: in shadows danger lurks for those who stray, and there the vampire bares his yellow fangs and feels the ancient soul-tormenting pangs. He has no choice. We are his prey, plump and fragrant, and if we pray to avoid him, he prays to find us, prays to some despotic hooded God whose benediction is the humid blood he lusts to taste. Keywords/Tags: vampire, vampires, undead, Dracula, supernatural, superstition, horror, gothic, night, dark, darkness, death, grave, blood, stake, fangs, Halloween, bat, bat-like, human, prey, lust, blood lust
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