At my darkened door

A high piercing noise,

Like a rhythm from Satin’s orchestra,

Drums out a beat,

On my darkened glass door.

What demon comes in from the night,

With glowing eyes,

And teeth like razors,

Born to kill,

And tear flesh from bone.

I turn and see,

Nothing more,

Than

My

Cat.

Sad eyes,

An angel,

Asking to,

Be let in.

And held,

In a warm embrace.

 

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~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman