Poetry: Darkling

This is one I wrote for a vampire poetry group. I keep hoping to find more members to join me, but it's already too late for this year with Halloween right around the corner.

DARKLING

Come to me my darkling

Why have you not fed?

Soon the dawn will arrive

And you will not be able to cross the sun-splashed gardens

I feel you growing weaker

But yet you tarry far from me

My blood is rich

Why feast on tourists when you can have me?

Hurry! Already the stars have gone to bed.