Vampire Sonnets Xviii Children of Darkness

We maneuver moonlight with such finesse they often call us children of darkness; I touched the copper dripping from my fangs upon my lips this liquid life force hangs; Warm daylight’s melody will decompose stars cradle us within southern shadows; So many people they stopped and then killed to ensure this dark instinct was fulfilled; Suddenly I could feel Chance behind me ‘This is just the tip of discovery.’ As the wind began to run through the air I could feel her presence and smell her hair; ‘You can do more than you think you’re able, She’ll explain, let me introduce Fable.’