Goldfinch60

The Witching Hours.

The day has come at last

Where I prepare for the dark,

The black clothes are there,

The teeth are growing

And the light in my eyes glows

As I reach out from my coffin.

When darkness falls

Into the streets I walk,

Keeping in the darkened shadows,

Seeing you all having a good time

Smiling laughing and dancing.

But I am there!

You are unprepared for me,

You pass by me and I touch you

You do not feel it and walk on.

Then the power comes to me

I walk amongst you all,

You think nothing of me,

Just believe I have dressed up

To enjoy a good time.

But I will live on

As every time I touch you

You may die.

That Vampire within me

Has been renamed,

I am now called

Covid Nineteen.