The woman standing at the bar resembled my cousin so much it was uncanny.
For the last few years, I’d been hunting more and more only those who seemed to bear some likeness to members of my mortal family, dead and gone. It was as if I were physically attempting to destroy any and all memories [...]

I said I wouldn’t write anymore vampire poems, buy old habits died hard.

Clearly not quite able to believe his good fortune, the young boy whom she had chosen for the night chatted animatedly and at length, his arm slung casually across her slender shoulders as they made their way towards her apartment block. She entertained the boy’s humour and enthusiasm with well mannered grace and humility, smiling occasionally and even laughing when one of his stories reached it’s tiresomely predictable conclusion. He watched them, laughing and stroking one another unashamedly and a cold possessive streak of jealous ignited within the furnace of his heart.

The midnight Madonna is dancing with glee
clapping her hands she is so happy.
Nighttime mother that gives succour to none
so watch for her coming and run children run.