This is a poem about a Vampire.




Thirst of a Vampire

Sitting under the moonlit night, waiting for my first bite

Wondering how this could be, not sure how this happened to me

All I can remember is being with the love of my life, when they took me in as their wife

Then one day they ebraced me and when I awoke I had bites on my neck

They left and never came back, why I still do not know, but the marks are there for show

Craving for the thirst of blood, I must be a vampire now

Looking into the mirror, there is no reflection

Just do not know what to do now, I am still waiting in the night

I can not walk during the day, I must return to my lair, as I close my coffin away from the light

Alone and saddened, awaiting for my next meal,cramping for the thirst of blood

As I know when the moon shows I will not be hungry anymore

I have to sleep during the day, because I feel oh so drained

During the night I can walk alone, for it seems to not bother me

I sit and listen to the sounds of happiness during the day, wondering when that will be me

But I know this could never be

 

So I will wait in the night for this is the thirst of a vampire

 





Poetry by Keiko
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Written on 2012-02-09 at 05:42

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Hans Bump
You did a nice job of conveying the emotions of a soulless vampire. That's hard to do.
Keep submitting, thanks for posting this piece
2012-02-09