A Vampire, by Albert Ahearn Subscribe to rss feed for Albert Ahearn

The soporific sound of rain
Falling on the shingled rooftops
Induces his subconscious brain
to summon id with every drop.
His instinctual impetus
craves immediate primal need:
vitality that flows through us.
Tonight the innocent will bleed
to quench within, a burning fire
that’s required to tame his soul
forever damned:  a vampire!
who roams and stalks celestial
darkest nights for unfortunates
to engorge their blood to excess.
Posted: 2012-10-21 22:35:10 UTC

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