A Real Vampire Poem by Aisha Shata MNSR

Vampires that feed on blood from the vein,
that blister from the warm summer sun,
that rip you alive until you feel no more pain,
that oblige their innocent victims to run.

When it comes to wounds, their instincts awaken,
they might look tame but don't be mistaken,
the feast of blood is their only motivation,
cross the line and you will be taken.

A vampire in daylight means certain death,
but the gems they own protect their skin,
without the jewels they take their last breath,
their gems are made from acts of sin.

If they don't bow to the vampire on throne,
they're immediately turned into stone,
chilled all the way down to the bone,
but that only happens in the death zone.