Together They Howled
My mother was a teenage werewolf
and my father a wise vampire.
They met in a medieval graveyard
in the shadow of the church’s spire.
They married on the eve of Halloween
in the light of a bright full moon.
Together they sang a haunting melody,
which became their howling tune.
Screeching bats blocked out the moonlight
as werewolves and vampires danced.
Throughout the night the creatures howled
as my mother and father romanced.
I became the first product of their union
and I’m a changeable type of man,
but I do have my problems
just knowing what I am.
poem by Orlando Belo
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