Boxed In Summer
With apologies to R.L. Stevenson
No sooner has the sun gone down
When I awake and go to town.
Since vampires bit me where I lay
I have to go to bed by day.
I wander round while others sleep.
Come see their bedclothes in a heap.
Come see their pale and lovely bliss;
On each soft neck a scarlet kiss.
Oh does it not seem hard to you
When all the sky is clear and blue,
I who should like so much to fly
Instead in moldering coffin lie?
