Sitting By A Fireside [ Fireside Form ]

by HeadLocked

They're afraid of the pure yellow sunlight,
The skin that surrounds their body is cold,
Senses can tell them when the time is right,
They never have a birthday- nor grow old.

They peak their glistening eyes out in the night,
To go hunting for their next meal to masticate,
For the time is already half-past midnight,
Dare come across them and they'll be irate.

Physical appearance is compared to humans,
They walk like us; and talk like us,
But their cry for us sound like blowguns,
They make it seem as if they're flawless.

Their hunger for blood is by far beyond normalcy,
They can run faster than a red horse-powered corvette,
Where did they originate? What state? What country?
Has to be a dark place with a 24-hour sunset.

A place only humans can dream of in their sleep,
To wake up and not remember a thing,
On the pages of a story book we did creep,
Because the vampires in the night were calling.