Bloody fangs

I stopped making poems to write a series, so this is a short poem so I can get back used to writing poems.

Can't you smell the blood

I can't wait to feel it flood

My fangs ever so dry

As the clouds pass through the dark sky,

Sneaking through the night, and into a small village

I'm thirstier just thinking about pillage

Their blood, their life

With my fangs as sharps as a knife,

I sneak through a window staying in the shadow

That has a clear path I follow

They laid in the bed not knowing that their Doom is about to strike

I laugh with the moon as I get more and more psych

I loom over them with my sharp fangs hanging out of my lips

I bite into his neck silently, and their satisfying blood now drips

I leave the small home now wrecked

I look over to see the victim bloody necked.  

Author's Note

I know this was short, but was it sweet?

Reviews

[Evermist]

it was dark and bloody but good i liked it

[♪The Girl Next Do..]

Mmmmmmm. I love this poem. Delicious ;)