Bashful with a dash of humility was his favorite drink
Leaving him sated every time he partook of that sweet nectar
Under the moonless sky, he would go out for a pint or two
Fortune smiled when he found a sweet young insecure thing looking for tall, pale, and handsome
Finding a dark spot to sip her vitality, he never saw the wooden stake till it was too late
Perhaps he was a vampire
As that would explain his white, almost translucent complexion
Loved the sun, but always had to be covered from head to toe
Even moonlight seemed to burn
Rain fell all around Teresa
Obscuring the pale sky above
Yet a smile crept to her lips
Glowing in the distance was a magnificent rainbow
Beautiful segregation of wavelengths into an orderly progression
It made the rain a welcome “and one”
Very wet, but very happy, she continued her walk home
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