Yes, the vampire is an overused theme and avatar in poetry and literature in general. But this piece has garnered a lot of attention elsewhere so I thought I would share it here.
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can you see me come
slipping out of shadows, near,
trading white for red
playing on an ancient fear
seeking out your life
to feed upon in crimson taste
violating flesh
to find your passions now displaced
hunger for your veins
pain that reigns and stains with red
wanting more than food
a mating dance in dying bed
shall I take it all
leave you hollow and in death
or shall I share my taste
before you breathe your final breath
feel your waking sigh
when you know you will endure
as my paramour
with hunger for you, sharp and sure
Ireland 1945. Florence Kite finds a letter and her whole world crumbles. Marcus Fanning was her real father. But twenty-five years ago, Marcus Fanning vanished off the face of the earth.
Jack London’s cousin writes a heartwarming, young adult story about the glory of life. It is also a heart-pounding adventure to a new and strange world.
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Namaste,
Christine