It's the stuff of nightmares, to be confronted
by a rapacious, unrelenting mob of violently
bloodthirsty creatures whose genetic function
is survival matching that of the frighteningly
legendary vampires prepared to sink their
sharp proboscis reeking of rankly aged blood into
your flesh. Chased, run down and threatened
by the mob buzzing in chorus with the intent to drain
my frail form of its scarlet-hued nectar of life
my single option in defense of longevity was to hope
I could outrun the sharp-needled predators fully
aware that my two companions with their black
fleece were in the mob's cross-hairs just as I was
and that the nightmare extended to them as they
depended on me to save them from the danger
that single-mindedly assailed our frailties.
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