She would write about them as if they were real
How they hid in the shadows to stalk their next meal
How the light from the sun burned their cold inhuman flesh
How they could live forever without the fear of death
But to her dismay she found out she was right
When an unearthly stranger came calling at night
No more stories of hers were ever written again
Some say that she died or was turned by one of them
copyright K. N. Kiger