Blood In The Woods (poem)

I rise from the earth.
I listen to the quiet woods
as I listen for the sound of pumping blood.
I hear the various sounds of the woods.
The woods are never quiet at night.
It is the time when the most noise scatters
from tree to tree and brush to brush.
I feed on the blood of animals,
but the blood of humans is the best of them all.
The seduction of sleepy travellers who bed down in the woods is just like sweet music
to only give away to the climax as warm blood rushes in through my fangs like honey.
I can rest for days or months under the earth.
when I awake at night, I walk like a ghost
because I am a vampire and I must feed on you...