MoonFace - Vampire Novelist Jayne Waggoner

I stroll along beneath a darkened sky

wink, wink, twinkling of the stars.

See old man moon drift o’er the hills

with a dismal face of cratered scars.

I feel the strokes of the winter wind

tick, tick, tingling on bare skin.

Snow rains kisses with lips so cold

I quicken my pace, shivering within.

Dance with me upon the ice

slip, slip, sliding on crystal glass

until my midnight waltz concludes

and I am home at last.