Vampire
The night is dark and cold
You can feel a passion…can’t you
Something…yes…something
A longing…A hunger…A thirst
Walking the darkest of nights
Searching for your prey…your victims
So many…ah yes…so many
Like cattle…
You are not alone…others are near
There…and there
Behind your prey…your victim…your thirst
Fangs ready…you feed
Drinking in life…as your prey weakens
You feel strong…
Your victim falls…
You still feel the essence on your tongue
Life flowing through you…flowing
You walk…
No one sees you…except the others
You are after-all…A Vampire…
God Bless
Michelle!
Paul;-](man with real Fangs)
M.Rose
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
THANK YOU for writing this for me! I am honored! A well written, chilling poem that draws the reader in--excellent!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)