Collector


She was no slayer. A collector was she.

A collector of things macabre:

Vampire’s teeth and werebeast’s hair

Mummy wraps and ornate castle doorknobs

A witch’s pointy hat or two

And a ruby slipper shoe

What else is there to pass the time

For the little sister of a slayer to do?


Padre

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