Vampires relish the winter sky, they feed on every mournful cry; The holiday lonely; Wanting to be caressed in bed, or make love on an antique sled; Snowflakes and peony; You can’t go buy the gift they seek, to bite and taste another freak; Carnivorous copper; Lips that pull all your insides out, and feast on every fevered shout; Such thieves are improper; Beneath his gaze she will give in lured by such toxic temptation; Conundrum I admit; Beware of a festive mirage that baits you with it’s entourage; A strong dopamine hit.