The Vampire

What follows is the dark poem of the vampire! He arises as Halloween draws near. Enjoy and try not to get too frightened.
I reblog this for Fandango’s Flashback Friday

The Vampire

As the day becomes night, he will rise
With a creak of his coffin, his red eyes appear
His cape gives a flutter, out into the night he flies
He thirsts for blood and prays on fear

The Moon is high a victim he seeks
Drink he must, to sire maybe, to kill certainly
Along dark streets and through windows he peeks
His sense of smell and fangs primed thirstily

In her bed, she lies. Her hair blonde, skin milky smooth
He smells her tasty blood, lusts for her veins
Like a deathly shadow he enters, his victim a youth
You’ll know visited when only flesh and bone remains

She wakes with a scream, his hand smothers, and chokes
It’s okay he whispers, his fangs sinking into her neck
The iron-rich blood excites, the demon inside it provokes
He drinks away her life-juices, leaving behind not a speck

The victim was sired, a new bloodsucker she has become
His bloodlust quenched, his human love became his vampire bride
Into the night they creep, more victims will succumb
A warning, cover your neck, lest you reside at the graveside

Watch your back for the vampire cometh!

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