Monsieur L'Vampyre's Nook

Monsieur L'Vampyre's Nook You're lost into the dark it's plain to see out searching for a place to lay your head away from cold, perhaps right next to me, though if you knew, 'twould be your greatest dread; all Paris is aware when death awaits at this the darkest nook down by the Seine, unnumbered are the souls cast to their fates claimed in the dark, and never seen again; there's blood to suck and energy to flow out from the lost and into those who feed; so be aware, the wise will never go where undead wait for what's their greatest need. But also, there is something all around, perhaps the greatest love you've ever found. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet