A midnight snack

 

Where I'm from

is a mystery,

people say

its somewhere

far from here,

away across the inky sea.

Others place me

firmly in the dark corners

of history.

You see

I'm not what you think.

I only come out at night

when the light slowly sinks

Slinking into the shadows

like a biscuit dunked

into a steaming cup of tea.

 

I avoid the sun at all costs.

My skin literally combusts.

I break up into dust

if I so much as feel its

heat-filled touch.

Some would say I'm antisocial,

avoiding any meetings during the day,

sleeping until the sun has gone away,

but I'm the living dead of the party,

my feasts are quite legendary.

 

But what I like most

is to walk in the

red moonlight,

seeing people congregating

on the night-time streets.

Grabbing a bite to eat.

Human meat

hearing it screams as I drink.

People fear me,

they think

I'm a monster.

Always brandishing

crosses my way

like Jehovah’s witnesses

trying to preach.

They don't hurt me,

I just have different set of beliefs.

 

I don't like to play with my food

but people can be so rude,

bringing the wrong kind of steaks,

throwing garlic in my face.

Expecting what?

That I'll fade into dust?

I'm European. Garlic is a must!

And really what is it

with pitchforks and torches,

It's the 21st century,

and honestly, they have never

scared me

even back when I was

a mere child of the night.

Oh, gotta go,

it will soon be sunrise,

It's been nice,

So, if you see me

on those darkened streets

don't fear me. I don’t bite.

Well actually I do.

A midnight snack just hits right.

 

 

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