Distant howls crash the night
As wolves vent their loneliness.
Shafts of blue-gray light
Illuminate the misty shroud.
Flung aside it floats to earth
Two brooding eyes open.
The immortal one awakes
The timeless undead rises.

Her silken hair cascades over translucent ivory shoulders
Her full deeply crimson lips part slightly.
She thinks on ‘morrow
When her Captain returns.
Her brush glides along
Caressing long golden curls.
Into the birch-framed mirror she gazes
Not knowing it betrays her.

Once Lord Uriah Prigstar
Now demonesque stalker.
He opened the window
And silently passed.
Lusting to taste red tears streaming
From pale flesh beneath.
He failed to perceive
A fateful shadow.

In a blinkered moment
The oaken shaft found his ticker.
She smiled vaguely
And turned to the carpenter
Kissing him on warm, manly lips.
Haply she winked and both saw
What was...
Just another vampire wannabe.

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