When day becomes night
its time to feed to survive,
Feeding on our cattle
that you would call life.
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Quite a graphic description of a vampire sinking its fangs (into the neck?) and feeding while the 'moon is my sun.' Another of our young poets showing real promise. Well done, Gary. Love, Fran xx
I can see it all..its almost real....nice job here! Preets