Description: Another of my older ones. People often times romanticize vampires, myself included. I'm sure that, like people, not all are bad, but on the other hand, like people, not all are good. Thanks to Shadowstar13 for a title!
Thick and warm and sickly sweet
It satisfies a lust,
A need I never knew was there;
To rend and tear flesh from flesh,
To breath in the scent of fear,
The musk of coming death.
To take the souls of the pious,
To drink of the stolen elixir of life;
For me at least.
I have been made.
The bite has been given,
The blood has been taken;
I walk into the world of Darklight,
A vampire now.
A killer, a monster;
The same as I always was, inside.
Ok, my living SpellCheck function has been turned on, sorry!
Ok, I'm done.
I wrote vampire fiction for quite a long time, and it's an instinct that seems to turn on and off. However, I have only seen one other poem written about vampires, and this is my second. And damn, I enjoyed reading it. The first stanza, especially the lines about the scent of fear and takingthe souls of the pious, I truly enjoyed.