Bite. Blood warm sustenance flows into me,
my eager tongue tasting its acrid bite,
sensing my victim's fear, desire for flight.
As life-blood drains from him, he fails to see
the crimson tears that do in some degree
betray and connect my eternal p...
This is the first in a series of Vampire poems that started off as a conversation between Vampire and Victim, the style is deliberately over the top and also uses a faux sonnet form to give it a more Gothic feel, the remainder aren't quite as OTT ...
Greetings.
So take time stop and smell the black roses and take a moment to find you way around. I see that you already did find the Forums and I have to say that your poem works really well and the warning about its style, well not sure if needed but I understood why you put it. So, again welcome and enjoy the interactions.