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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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