Friday, April 20, 2012

The Vampyre

As you lie in your bed
it comes--
your prayer half-uttered
but not to Heaven.

Through your window the
vapor appears
then coalesces
in form most hideous.

His oversized canines
bear down
on your jugular--
you try to scream,
but can't find the breath.
He'll leave you a Wraith when he's drained you to death.

If this horrible seems,
it's the fruit of your dreams!

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