I have that itch again
Life has now lost its gloss
And nights are drawing in
Bells ringing in the night
Summon me to dark deeds
For vampire is my trade
My mission simply is
A willing victim find
Pretty girl would be best
I'll not gloss over it
The payback is not bad
She'll see the sense of that
Six bites over winter
She'll be right on track
To be then one of us
Come Spring my apprentice
We will stand side by side
May even be my bride
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Whimsical. Made me smile.
ReplyDeleteOuch - darkening skies can certainly light up imagination :)
ReplyDeleteah, pretty girl would be best. :)
ReplyDeleteThis is certainly a change from your usual style of poem! Fun.
ReplyDeleteImagination can take us to unusual places. Thank heaven it doesn't fade with age,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
One of the most unique poems I have read in quite some time :)
ReplyDeleteYes, through poetry we imagine anything we like. Everything is new.
ReplyDeleteA really good use of the given words to provide poetic expression of a complete image!
ReplyDeleteWell, that;s different! I'd rather you did n't invite me to the wedding.
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This was fun to read!
ReplyDeletea decent vampire, i think
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Playful vampire! Chuckles! Love the lighter mood
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