Nosferatu

Is that a shadow hiding at the edge of darkness? Frighten, your senses sharpen. Is that a movement by the cold, grey head stones? Groaning, you realizing this was not the best way home. Then, the mist starts to thicken and your steps begin to quicken. You hear his seductive call of an eternal love, he whispers secrets in your mind of a dark lust. Promising you a world of night, as he steps out into the moonlight. Then, the mist starts to thicken and your steps begin to quicken. Such a vision of beauty, with lips as red as rubies, and eyes so beguiling. Why are you smiling? Then, the mist starts to thicken and your steps begin to quicken. You feel his presence at your back, as your body goes slack. He wraps you in his cloak, his breath caresses your throat. Then, the mist starts to thicken and your heart begins to quicken. Your blood he begins to take and you realize to late. That with a simple twist of fate, a vampire he did create. Then, the mist starts to thicken, as you hunt for your first victim. That I have to post this upsets me: My poems are copyright. I am sharing my poems for you to read not for you to post willy-nilly to a website, in your newsletter or anywhere else with out my permission. I am available, leave me a message. Especially to those who change the name of my poem and not give proper credit. You should be ashamed!