POETRY, GHOSTS, AND VAMPIRES He told me that he loved The warm breeze on his face The smell of pine trees And water on granite

POETRY, GHOSTS, AND VAMPIRES He told me that he loved The warm breeze on his face The smell of pine trees And water on granite
Headless He stood in front of me his neck a stump without a head. In his hand was a note on expensive stationary scrawled in
An uncomfortable chill Of the cold morning Brings in October Yet, is more than Somewhat comforting. ~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
Lightly we tread in the woods Along a muddy path Fog blanketing the lake I hold my skirt To keep the hem dry You take
Headless He stood in front of me his neck a stump without a head. In his hand was a note on expensive stationary scrawled in
October brings Cool mornings Birthday celebrations Ghosts wondering If they should go To parties of those They used to know. Vampires trying To remember What