Blood dripping from the fangs <br />that bite <br />Clothed within the dark <br />of night <br />Discarded prey dropped <br />out of sight <br />The Vampire stood <br /> <br />Nightly ventures from <br />his lair <br />Cruel dark eyes that hold <br />and stare <br />Tempting humans <br />unaware <br />The Vampire waits <br /> <br />Shadowed by the <br />trailing leaves <br />An unsuspecting <br />victim weaves <br />The living heartbeat soon <br />to grieve <br />The Vampire stalks <br /> <br />Under the cold dark <br />waning moon <br />One maiden's blood has made <br />him swoon <br />Though undead sleep will <br />claim him soon <br />The Vampire feasts <br /> <br />Cursing his old <br />immortal soul <br />He dreams and wishes <br />he were whole <br />Even in death, life takes <br />its toll <br />The Vampire sleeps <br /> <br />Sunset comes in the blink <br />of an eye <br />Announcing an already <br />menacing sky <br />Savouring the mortal <br />about to die <br />The Vampire wakes.<br /><br />Evelyn Macdonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-lust-6/
