• A bite to turn,
    cursed yet a gift,
    an eternal life
    of nocturnal glory.
    The wine,
    the nectar,
    a sacred taste.
    The passion
    of not living,
    but not fully dead.
    A creature of the night,
    waging war against
    the harsh sun
    that unjustifies their being.
    Fangs that penetrate,
    flesh of pale hue.
    Romantics by nature,
    the night there domain,
    they live amongst us,
    vampires.