A Myth
Darkness covers me,
They walk the night wanting blood,
That's me ..... you,
Hiding will not help me,
They find us through body heat,
I move on quietly.
Fangs that drip blood,
Lips curled up,
Red eyes that hypnotise,
How can they be real ???,
Vampires are a myth so I was told,
Yet they are hunting me,
Stalking me wanting my blood,
I run but cannot get away,
I need the sun to come up,
It's to late.
Copyright © Tracy Mcfayden | Year Posted 2020
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