note: sorry for the crappy title. sorry for the crappy poems. these are just some words
that floated into my head today.
Vampires come in all shapes and sizes.
They look normal, like you or me,
But I will now tell you the biggest surprises,
The have types, numbering three.
Sanguinarian (that’s Latin for blood drinker),
Now guess how THEY loose their thirst,
But they can still get blood-born diseases,
So Donors must be blood checked first.
Then there are Psi’s,
Now THEY need to feed from emotions,
And prana, now there’s a surprise.
They don’t feed off blood? What a peculiar notion.
Then there would be the Hybrids,
They feed like both Sangs and Psi’s.
The choice is theirs, how they want to feed.
Oh boy, would that not be nice?
They aren’t evil and don’t live forever.
They can’t “change” you or give you their powers.
They just have superior senses,
And prefer to sleep daytime hours.
I hope that this poem I’ve written,
Has taught you this subject well,
‘Cause Vamps can be real good friends,
And not ALL of them come out of hell.