Vampyre Wings

One of my favourite poems by Mikal:

“Out here in the night,
where there is only the faded black satin of the sky dropping down to the horizon,
a brush of cloud over an egg moon,
I am in love with myself all over again,
with the Knowledge that I am eternal and immortal
and a vampyre whose wings are as vast as the universe,
and every bit as powerful. “ - Mikal Nyght