Sparkly Love

I met a pale-skinned vampire lady
Beneath an oak tree, tall and shady,
I winked and asked her, ‘Are you sparkly?’
She glowered back, said rather darkly,

‘My skin is cold as desert night
‘And in the moonlight glimmers white
‘The sunlight robs me of my sight
‘But do I sparkle? Dare say I might…’

I took her hand and led her slowly
Where Death is cruel to things unholy
We kissed in haste, her lips were burning,
Her disappearance left me yearning.

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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1 Response to Sparkly Love

  1. ElleLainey says:

    Reblogged this on Vampires, Crime and Angels…Eclectic Me and commented:
    A great poem about why sparkling vampires are sometimes exactly what you need đŸ˜‰

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