Story teller

What if,
All my stories were true?
These poems of monsters and rough sex too?
What if,
These writings are real?
The blood with a warmth you could reach out and feel.

What if,
I'm over two thousand years old?
A thing full of stories and tales to be told.
What if,
I just wear human skin
Because it's un-feared and something you believe in?
What if?

What if,
I know where you sleep
And I hide in the corner?
In the shadows I reap.
What if,
You don't believe what I say?
Then believe me, you will, believe me someday.

What if,
I'm that fear in the dark?
That thing raising hairs when the witching hour starts.
What if?

What then,
Will you do,
When you feel my breath on the back of your neck,
Stalking you?
What then,
Will you do,
When I say to go with me,
And be one with monsters and seduction I speak of
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