Brooding Vampire’s

No man knows
till he has suffered
a never ending night
how sweet and dear
to his heart
and eye the morning light can be.

Being of shadow,
and soulless creatures
who steals your life’s blood,
while sleep take’s you.

These Vampire’s,
brooding over their catch
for the evening.
Knows all too well,
what their messing.

Amanda Shelton