A long time ago in a world not unlike ours, where people could speak to the animals and flowers, love was just as difficult as it was in our time, In this world every word was spoken in rhyme, Our tale involves a woman and man, Unrequited love and a brother who ran, A creature of darkness who took the boys soul, and a sister who loved a man and his foal. Lovers united but maybe too late, A selfish mother and a brother so full of hate. A world of darkness next to a home full of light And some people who confused wrong from right. With vampires and creatures who hunt in the dark, Inside our tale of doomed love begins to embark. Patrick Dean Kinsellas vampiric play tells the story of two lovers trying to reunite after a year apart. With a jealous husband, a domineering mother and a band of night creatures against them will true love be enough to conquer all and survive the approaching darkness. Developed from a series of poems written by the author in his youth.