Just Another Vampire Wannabe

by Sammantha Van Hessling
(U.S.A)

It is a night of death,
A song of sorrow,
Wolves vent their pain.
The imortal one rises.

Evil shrouds her deathly form,
An eternal fear.

Her raven hair cascades over pale shoulders,
And her full blood-red lips part slightly,
To taste the blood streaming from the pale flesh
Beneath her.

Now a night of darkness,
I thirst.