Vampires cluster around corners of light
Slavering, chattering, demanding blood
The light moves and dims, fades and vanishes
They break into the night
Reckless and free they rush through the streets
Looking in widows and at passersby
Like mall shoppers picking savory wares
None of which they touch
On one small street they cluster at a set
Of windows snuffing, murmuring, lusting
Inside a family sits eating their meal
Laced with fire and spice
The Vampires, restless, mill and move
One breaks away, hunting, and notices
A hidden alleyway, keenly he follows
The sent of garlic
‘Til he comes to a window lined with cloves
Next to a spell laced door, touching it once
The door opens with barely a shudder
In he shifts and flies
Sure his prey is there, bracing behind candles
And incense she cowers, her naked white arms
Marked and scarred by runes and charms
Stroking a cross that hangs
Cradled in front of her black draped breasts
The candles flare and smoke as he moves
Fear and dread fill her, though she always,
Worshipped his kind
She speaks naught, as he takes her in his arms
And wonders why her witchcraft and charms fail
To protect her, soon her thoughts falter and
Her body falls limp
The Vampire leaves unhurried and bloated
Dreaming of a frail, black clad woman
‘Till belief and hunger call him from sleep
Again to feed
