This is the time before nightfall
When people come home from work.
It begins to darken and vampires
Love this time as
It supposedly is the safest.
Growing, their bloodlust does,
Hating their thirst for a neck.
Time for another sleepless night.
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transient
Poetry13 yrs old [volume iii.] cover by @soundthealarm random: #993 [november 7, 2014] poetry: #706 [january 13, 2015] copyright © all rights reserved
