Thirsting for your blood,
Tasting your soft flesh,
Looking for your love,
Is what vampires do best.
Blood is what I crave most.
Lurking in the shadows.
An unsuspecting host,
Let me in the windows.
Only once I'm inside,
See the gore on my fangs,
You're truely terrified.
For flesh my hunger pangs.
Feel my heart become bold.
Soul in the balance hangs,
Pierce the flesh, the skin turns cold,
Feel the bite of my fangs.
I'll still drink from your font,
Drain your blood 'til you're dead.
You can scream all you want.
Lay you down, kiss your head.
A contest entry
- your black & white needs a little bit of red... by Immortal Obscurity.
1750 points, ended November 26, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I couldn't read your poem entitled: Vampires.
I don't believe in that sort of stuff. It seems spiritistic. -
A really nice completion to this... I agree with IO - this is perfect - not too much, not too little. I like the ending... the finality with almost a tenderness. Well done!
Ken
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Of all the things I like about your poem, the first one is the fact that you've portrayed vampires as the mysterious, stunning and seemingly-erotic creatures that they were intended to be. The write was beautiful and bloody, without being over the top on senseless gore, a feat that many writers fail to accomplish. Well done & thanks for entering
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you have a talent for painting picture of what you are writting about
and thta is great because not many people can do that
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good start cant wait to see where you take this, good luck
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Well, here it is!
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I'll come back then
but a commendable start...
Ken -
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Finished!
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