Damned by daylight, in shadow I lurk, Hungry to do my cursed work, Crouched beyond mere mortal sight, Couched in fear, I hunt by night, Once I was a man like you, Who breathed and lived and loved and grew, Now a gnarled and twisted twig, With yellowed claws, through dirt I dig, To breath the grave’s cold, bitter air, Beyond my dank and fetid lair, Through cobbled streets my footsteps tap, ‘Cross smoking rooftops, rustle, flap, To swoop, black velvet hammer blow, To strike, to bite, to make blood flow, ‘Til satisfied by my dark deeds, I contemplate my … Continue reading The Vampire