If mommy was a vampire and daddy were a werewolf...the combination of these soulless beasts maybe, an uncouth youth.
Crawling in woodland in the centre of night.
Vile being with playing when winds up.
I pray take flight.
Run like the wind sweetly innocents.
Hope they don't catch you as you flee.
Only advice I give to thee.
Fashion a stake from an old Oak tree.
Hope against hope,
You'll soon be free.
Sunrise.
Surprise.
Open eyes.
No more to be said.
Awake and alive.
Not dead.
Relief.
(c) Livvi