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Intolerable woman, where's the name

For your insane complexity of shame?

Vampire! whit bloodless creature of night,

Whose lust of blood has blanched her chill veins white,

Veins fed with moonlight over dead men's tombs;

Whose eyes remember many martyrdoms,

So that thie depths, whose depth cannot be found,

Are shadowed pools in which a soul lies drowned;

Who would fain have pity, but she may not rest

Till she have sucked a man's heart from his breast,

And drained his life-blood from him, vein, by vein,

And seen his eyes grow brighter for the pain,

And the lips sigh her name with his last breath,

As the man swoons ecstatically on death

My sister is a werewolf.

It's disquieting and strange.

One moonlit night I watched her

Undergo a sudden change.

Her arms and face grew hairy,

And ger voice become a roar.

In some ways she looked better

Than she'd ever looked before.



I ran and told our parents,

Who began to fret and fuss

In despair and disapproval,

Moaning, "No! She's not like us!"

I adore my sister dearly

But reluctantly agree------

How I wish she were a vampire

Like us, her loving family.