Each day just when the sun goes down, <br />And there is no one else around, <br />Is when the vampires comes out to play; <br />But really, she is hunting prey. <br /> <br />She haunts the shadows of the night, <br />Searching for the type that's just right; <br />She has the thirst to drain your blood. <br />She'll give you fatal hickeys, bud! <br /> <br />She's quite a beauty, so they say; <br />comes out at night, and sleeps each day. <br />She'll leap on you, like a cat from a rafter, <br />When she's done, she fills the night with her laughter. <br /> <br />A huntress she is, who lusts for more; <br />She'll drink your blood, and feast on gore; <br />And every victim that she's attacked, <br />Are found with neck -marks, blue and black. <br /> <br />A lady vampiress out for a kill, <br />She yearns for blood, and maybe a thrill. <br />However, the main thing on her mind <br />Are fresh, soft necks, whether yours or mine <br /> <br />When daylight comes, she's back in her den; <br />Sleeping in peace, 'til nightfalls again. <br />Scoff if you will, but you'd better watch out- <br />She might get you next, to clear up your doubt. <br /> <br />wrote 10/3/2007 by norman hale jr.<br /><br />norman hale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lady-vampiress/
