13 Days, 13 Shorts: Vampires

And to wrap our 13 day writing festival a poem that touches on one of the hottest Halloween topics by one of our hottest writers.

VAMPIRES by Ben Margalith

They hurt, I didn't expect that.
Of course though, that's what they're built for, to hurt- to hunt.
Sleek Form born from Darkest Function.
My two white stallions seated on their red hill,
Glimmering as they bask in the twinkling curtain-sky
(The heavens themselves peek to witness).
They are themselves- hunger.
Twinned Reapers; Scythes forged for death by death.
Enders which doth mock the meat they feed on.
Ambivalent, Innocent, Elemental Wraiths.
De Leon's well in their summits peaks.
They hurt.