Umbra Nosferatu Poem
Umbra Nosferatu
The sprites of bright lights lovingly play you around.
Suckling smooches soak to and up.
Ashamed in tension crawls along a brown to black.
Sanguine moods of sadly sails overtly beach down and trode.
Juristic pure static yawn oh yaws.
Shadesque mask masquerade delayed.
A boon, yes.