I close out light or lose my sight, In slats or senses, day or night. I dim the world or fail to find, what others see, I leave behind.

A series of stories that doesn’t involve zones or sterling. Even sterling silver, along sunlight, garlic, holy water, and wooden stakes do not cause vampires in these stories any harm.

I am a humble servant, a giver of things, though I possess no hands. I stand in kitchens, bathrooms, and sometimes by the door, dispensing what the user demands. With a push or a pull, a twist or a squeeze, I make the task so grand.

I can keep belongings safe, doors secure, or be a strand of hair. My only weaknesses are a hammer, a thief, or a gust of wind.

Tick-tock trickle, time's twin towers, shifting sands in silent showers. Silent, slender shape, flowing time throughout its walls. Back and fourth and with this your time will decrease