Vampire Poem by Ioanna Kreytor

He – the child of the Darkness
Arises from the Shadows of the Night,
Whispering dark beauties through my window,
Waiting for my dream to fade
& stand in front of his sight.
He’s always there at night,
Waiting behind my door,
Summoning me sweetly.
I hear his footsteps on the floor…
Getting louder…
Always wanting more…
He stands over my bed,
Laughing softly. Once again
Off my blood he fed.
Coming even closer…
Now
He wants me Dead.