Long after it emerges often in the imaginary world of words…
It was the year without a Summer in 1816 snow fell in June…
Creatures of the ID emerged into the hearts and thoughts…
Of some of our literary greats as the shared wine and tea…
Within the eyes of this woman we find two hundred years..
Of such evolutionary developments were the letting of blood…
Resulting in the demise of a chosen victim…
She has evolved to the level of draining your energy…
Ever so slowly first with her eyes…
All the while as you are feeling little more than a chill…
An ever so slight headache followed by a weakness…
In your arms and legs as slight craving for raw meats…
As the days linger a growing desire to remain in bed…
Buried under blankets and comforters…
As your complexion and hair age and fade away…
Until one morning when the screaming echos…
Shake the windows of a home…
While across town, she receives a complement to her beauty…
A Poet's Haven 
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