Comments about Mina Harker
The lights are on, in every town of England.
How I love to arrive, how I long to depart
Such are the little turrets in my heart
The lights are on, the evening has come
And as I walk the cold air nips at my skin.
I watch for the shadows, for trainers in the bushes
I keep a steely fighting anger within.
I long for warm nights in unknown cobbled alleyways