Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site

The Respirationally Challenged

Poetry By: Vamplit

A poem about vampires that never utters their name.

Submitted:Apr 17, 2009    Reads: 93    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

Vascular hunger, drives them to feed.
Animated corpses, sucking with greed.
Making them monsters, that bite in the night.
Propelling them, villagers with torches alight.
Inside, protected from sunrise, safe in their tomb.
Reproducing corpuscularly, converts they groom.
Exorcised evil, now heroes with a garlic allergy.
Staking the good demon seems excessive to me.


| Email this story Email this Poetry | Add to reading list


About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.