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Like Angels, Winged

Like Angels, Winged by Michael R. Burch Like angels—winged, shimmering, misunderstood— they flit beyond our understanding being neither evil, nor good. They are as they are... and we are their lovers, their prey; they seek us out when the moon is full and dream of us by day. Their eyes—hypnotic, alluring— trap ours with their strange appeal till like flame-drawn moths we gather... to see, to touch, to feel. Held in their arms, enchanted, we feel their lips, so old!, and with their gorging kisses we warm them, growing cold. From "Blood Songs of the Vampire." Keywords/Tags: vampire, vampires, undead, blood, fangs, bite, body, supernatural, superstition, surreal, angel, angels, winged, wings, flit, flitting, good, lovers, prey, day, moths, flame, appeal, attraction, lovers, kisses, warm, cold, dark, surreal, horror, evil, night, grave

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