We should check on him

My daughter once told me

That my brother 

Is a hermit

Hiding behind his grey hoodie

 

But he is a supernatural being 

From a different space and time

Who can’t be bothered with anyone

We should check on him

 

On summer night during a full moon

He sleeps outside waiting for his prey

His eyes are red, but it’s not from ganja

We should check in him


He is shapeshifter, a vampire

Cursed by a witch

The transformation begins

The rooster crows

We should check in him

 

Perhaps

He is related to Vlad

His brother from ancient time

We should check on him

 

Does he pray on the weak

Hidden behind his grey hoodie

He hides the blood on his mouth

We should check in him

 

Ask him if he like Wormwood

Can he touch silver

If he says yes to either

We should check on him

 


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