Ode To The Vampire Poem by domanick schulte

My pale vampire, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you hunt, lips and feed,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the deep saeed.

Let me compare you to an empty moon?
You are more feeling, acid and special.
Steep sun heats the evil peaches of June,
And summertime has the placid meshell.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your antacid fingers and smile.
How your personality fills my days!
My love for you is the indian file.

Now I must away with a static heart,
Remember my white words whilst we're apart.