Seven o clock.
The coffees hot.

Eyes wide open.
The heating's up.

I look into the mirror.
At one who isn't there.
Don't know.

Don't care.
Lost the image that once was.
He is no longer there.

Seeking images in mirrors.
Reflection of the past.

Here and now revisited.
My god we had a blast.

We danced at dawn by standing stones.
Before us lain but broken bones.

Of nuts and bolts.
One million volts.

Hair curling.
Witch burning.

Vampire hunting.
Ribbons and bunting.

Tied on trees.
Makers of stakes.

Handles for garden rakes.
Winding snakes.

Creepy spiders.
With fangs are glinting.

Voodoo queens.
As sunlight streams.

Time for bed.
Resting head.

Tomorrow night.
Time is right.

The vampire sleeps by day.
(c)LIVVI