Age Doesn’t Matter, Anymore 

I died in 1348 of the Black Plague.

You,in the Hundred Years’ War.

I lived in Rome and you in London

We would not have met in life.

Isn’t it wonderful that death renders

 life’s barriers vague,

And that our age difference

Truly doesn’t matter anymore?  

Your Personal Ad was Far Too Modest 

 Squid tentacles writhe in your witches brew

I’m enchanted by its toxic fumes!

Your silhouette is classic as you fly on your broom

 Against the silver full moon. 

But there is one thing I do not understand about you;

Witch of my dreams,

why is it thatIn your personal ad, you did not

Mention that classic whiskered wart

At the end of your long, bony nose?  

Get Your Vampire Lore Straight 

Sunlight? No, thank you

 Dust into dust I shall be,

Snug dark coffin, please 

It Was A While Ago 

But don’t think I have

Forgotten you, who entered

My Pyramid, then.