There is not any amount of sunlight

To keep the vampire away

To keep the creep, creep, creeping of heavy

Footsteps

Heard in my attic, in my walls, in my cellar


It is not that Love is not enough

I have plenty to give and plenty received

Truck loads delivered, every day, on demand

And, unplanned

With clever, Love, helps Vampires pass


They are not at odds, one needs the other, as the

Sun casts dark shadows that mirror myself on canvas walls

On paper, on screen, my shadow is cast, cast in the metal

The metal of me, sometimes hard, sometimes soft

Sometimes easily molded


I feel the vampire looking over my shoulder, his cool breath on

The back of my neck, my neck, a chain, not a rope, wraps round

I know he is there, with hands, my shoulders, in parenthesis

Love's hugs repel Cold's touch, trying, trying to control my mind

I won't go with him, not this time

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adding on to your poem



the vampire
that we often tend
to know
is a vampire
that seek
our blood
from a veins
creeping through
the walls
and giving each
patient a challenge
of what tends to lay
ahead
as the shadow
of the unknown
will enter
through the mid drew
and hide untill
one comes out to
play