Little Lonely Vampire

by Vampiress
(Penticton,BC Canada)

Crying tears of lost love.
Too many years have passed with sorrow.
Her head again in her hands as she remembers.
The past hit her like a flood gate opening,
spinning her around an' round.
Still she grieves, still feeling...
50 years..... 70 years.... 100 years or more....
Too much.
She looks for her darkness, her solitude.
A place to feel comfort once again.
Little lonely Vampire.

ac/10/27/09