The bite mark is beginning to tingle;
Its magic spreading through my body.
My hands start to quiver in excitement,
I can feel the overwhelming power,
Seeping through my veins.
I fall to the ground in pain.
I can feel my heart slowing down,
Eventually it will stop in my transformation.
I grasp my chest as if my hand could stop,
This unbearable pain held in my ribs.
I begin to wander the streets;
Avoided, as if some drunkard nuisance.
Stumbling and falling from wall to wall.
I feel this awesome but bewildering power,
Growing from within me.
I find myself in the gutter,
Screaming in agony to the heavens.
Fangs begin to protrude from my gum,
And eyes once an innocent blue
Become a violent red.
Once normal human screams,
Turn into piercing shrieks
From a demon unknown.
The blood curdling shrieks,
Put the humans to a stand still.
I can now smell the sweet
Arousing aroma of fear.
I give one last shriek,
And disappear into night itself.
I am the nightmares of the night.
The dark shadow of the moon.
I am night's real inhabitant,
And I'm hungry for blood.
Author notes
Vampires are pretty damn cool. This is just how I think the siring of a vampire would be.
A contest entry
- Vampire Poems! by hazeleyedfreak.
600 points, ended August 30, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Hoodwinked
WOW, I AM SPEECHLESS!!!! this is an amazing piece. I really like it and you have such a way with words...and the way that you present your poetry is really amazing. Great job dear poet. Keep it up.
Always write from the heart
Never give up
Kate
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Hoodwinked!
Your words have crafted a wonderful poem exploring the transformation process of a newly inducted vampire. This tale is logical and flows so well. Well Done!
Write On!
You have been Hoodwinked by the Poetic Bandits today because WE CARE!
Dennis
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Fantastic
This is great!! I love how you potrayed a newborn vampire so accuratly. It seemed so real! I love this! Truly! Thank you for entering and Good Luck!! -
W00t for vampires! The power would be so orsm, but lack of ability to feel any mortal coils would be lame. Nevertheless, I could play this out in my mind so easily. Agreed, great imagery, and good use of vocabulary.
"Turn into piercing shrieks...
The blood curdling shrieks..
I give one last shriek"
Dont get too carried away. Shriek is an orsm word.
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I love the imagery and the descriptions in this piece. Its like seeing and feeling what this person is going through. Nicely done.
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