Do you suck
blood
of a young
heart
and like
to bite
with your
sharp teeth,
flesh
beneath?
Do you
awake
at night,
from your
coffin
to rise
and walk
along the
lone path?
Does the
wind get
colder
and turn snow
the water
in air,
out of
fear to
see you?
The owl hoots,
the night
thickens
its darkness,
when it senses
the eeriness
around......
Who you are,
I can guess.
Yes, you are
a Vampress!
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This is the first poem I have read about vampires. A great subjectvand a great poem 10/10