The Vampires Spoke
After the Killing: Poem One
The blood splashed against the vampire’s face,
blinding him only seconds before his teeth
could enter the wound,
feeling the joy of a kill running through his veins,
caught his victim by surprise.
filling his mouth and nostrils,
like luke-warm gargling water used to clear
He cursed silently,
as the drink is no more,
one victim down,
and there should be more to score.
Seemingly Vampires: Poem Two
The Vampire swept through The long night,
traveling underneath the unknown stars,
carrying thoughts of a demonic creature,
wondering if he could shake it loose.
The Vampire peered into the darkness,
seeing everything as crystal clear,
others living with fear.
with that deep, steady composure,
rips through the night,
looking for flesh,
and starving out the light,
comes across a child in the field,
A startled cry brought the child to his feet,
The Vampire sprawled motionless at his feet,
as an Angel spreads her wings,
protecting the child,
as it hurled the Vampire forward through the cold night,
taking with it,
the awful thirst for blood,
and the darkness that nourishes the fright.
© 2011 Frank Atanacio
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