Good and high.

The sky darkened. 

The sweet blood coming on. 

Dark and deep. 

A grey anvil of clouds.

Thoughts spinning away.

Broken by a hollow whistling sound. 



The life on blood.

I was back in the woods again.

An awesome piece of work. 

Sparkling like frosted flakes.

A delicate one.

Sugar to my vampire eyes.

Sparkling like a spider web. 

I stop on the path sprinkled with dew. 



Alive on blood a grey shadow drops.

Like a stone. Rises with beating wings. 

Over a thin chattering sound. 

Flickering torches. 

A graveyard at dusk. 



The soft glow of a cavern.

The lore of vampires.

Other things are good in their ways...

...but give me blood. 

Darkness in latitudes falls swiftly. 

At feasts full of warm blood.