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Let me stroke your hair

Let me touch your skin

Give me just a taste

Tilt your chin



Lips upon your throat

Fangs within your veins

Sipping at your blood

Feel the pain



Cold may be my touch

Do not stop to think

You will be on fire

As I drink

Let me live in the light

With the sun upon my face.

Let it dazzle my eyes

And warm my skin.

I’m tired of the dark;

I’m tired of the cold;

I wither in the shadow;

I need light.

His hair is black, his flesh is cold;

He's tall and dark and lean.

His eyes are deep and dark and clear

With an unearthly sheen.



He lives in darkness, shunning light;

The sun would mean his death.

But does he live? He has no pulse

And, in his lungs, no breath.



His teeth are even, pearly white,

And yet, they're not quite right.

He does not eat what mortals eat.

It is not bread he bites.



He stalks her and she does not flee;

She finds him mesmerizing.

But if she lets him seduce her,

Will she again be rising?



Does she imagine what he is

Or is her mind o'ercome?

Does he have her in his spell?

Can she escape her doom?

--Esther Spurrill

The moon is bright;

The night is cold.

Can you be still bold

Despite?



Werewolves roam,

And vampires walk.

Their helpless prey they stalk.

Stay home.

Moonlight silvered grass and flowers,

Carven stones stood row on row,

Bells nearby hung in their tower,

Silent since no one was there.



Turn your eyes upon that mound:

New, for nothing yet will grow.

Movement now from underground;

Watch from nearer if you dare.



What is rising in the graveyard?

Coming up from down below?

Should the church have set a guard?

Could a guard have kept it there?