How readily your kind condemns my own:
“Monsters, demons, foul children of the dark!”
How quick you are to your siblings disown
Between us, is there a real difference, stark?
You find parasites loathsome and filthy
But does your life not depend on others?
Watch human beings eat and you will see
That they take life to live, first from mothers
My leather wings you find fearful and strange
My shapely bosom mesmerizes you
You strain and drool to bring my breasts in range
Like bats and leeches, drinking sustains you
Independent and free you think you are
From my vampiric life, yours is not far
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Well done
Spooky!