5 January 2013
Cloaked figures and pale faces, They glide through mist and fog, There is no sound, no evidence, As they drift through the smog.
They're vampires - there is no doubt, Too cool to 'no' that truth, Graceful limbs and gleaming teeth, There's nothing too uncouth.
Transfixing with those glowing eyes, A power yet unseen, Just the tang of too-fresh blood: The evidence they've been.
Avoid them, run off, if you can, They invite only bad... But in their own remote facades, There's something almost- Sad.
Must Be Vampires. • Opuss № I