Do vampires feel the rain
And ever stop to complain
Is it like ice on the skin
Does their thirst ever give in
Do they satisfy their thirst
Or look at the grey sky first
The answer is very clear
They do not hide or disappear
Sitting on a nearby bench
Waiting for a busty wench
He spots her at the pub door
He asks her if she wants more
She looks at him bemused
Though she hadn't refused
He almost drained off her blood
Then changed her before the flood
He carried her to his castle
He didn't see what was the hastle
She didn't ask for the change
Her life she wouldn't rearrange
She left the very next day
Poof the wind carried her away
The villagers were gone for good
For him there's no more food
He had to move far away
What he's upto I canno't say
By Anne-marie Cockburn
