#vampirepoem

[deadestpoet]

Second Thoughts

I stop  to think. The queen trailing. I take off the vampire face. Knowing the routine, I included a straight pin. The queen  would just be punch-drunk, irresistible. It was the fairy blood.

Harris, Charlaine. Definitely Dead. Ace, 2006, p 245.

[deadestpoet]

The Plan

Drained, bound with silver, the sun silver, possessed the queen chuckled.  I knew heartbreak, weak. I bargained. Agreed. We would drain the best night, flee the days’ ash. I had happened brightly.

Harris, Charlaine. Definitely Dead. Ace, 2006, p 237.

[arthurmorganshorsey]

Vampire poem I wrote (It's called The Animal you Never Knew)

His hair a deep black standing up in grease

his eyes are a beautiful piercing blue

can't take your eyes off them like glue

his smile infectious like a disease

Like a gentleman

like the gentleman you knew

The sunset begins

His eyes a piercing ruby red

Teeth sharp diamond hard

Stare intimidating like a starved wolf

Pale as the moons glow

Hands,

as cold as ice

you feel powerless like mice

[book-please]

'The Vampire' by Heinrich August Ossenfelder

My dear young maiden clingeth Unbending fast and firm To all the long-held teaching Of a mother ever true; As in vampires unmortal Folk on the Theyse's portal Heyduck-like do believe. But my Christine thou dost dally, And wilt my loving parry Till I myself avenging To a vampire's health a-drinking Him toast in pale tockay.

And as softly thou art sleeping To thee shall I come creeping And thy life's blood drain away. And so shalt thou be trembling For thus shall I be kissing And death's threshold thou' it be crossing With fear, in my cold arms. And last shall I thee question Compared to such instruction What are a mother's charms?