reverse vampires-the poem
They don’t come out at
normal times.
a stupid poem,
at least it rhymes. (thus far)

they eat by day
and sleep by night.
for vampires, something’s
just not right.

could it be they’re
hiding something?
for their sake, I hope
it’s nothing.

if at first you
don’t know why,
ask “is the sun
in the sky?”

for once you will
be frightened;
not at dark, but
at night’s end.

you’ll stop and wonder
if it’s true.
but remember,
they’re after you!

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