Vampire Run

A vampire poem

Vampire Run

 

My heart is racing,
as I notice the sharp
thorns have pricked a
stream of blood from my arm.

 

Through the woods I run
to escape their swift wings
and their sharp fangs,
but the scent of my blood
gives my presence away.

 

How long will my legs last,
how will I know when I'm safe
and past their danger?

They're thirsty for my salty
carnal blood, my fresh young
fountain source.

 

How long will I run free as the
wind like a mortal?
How long will I enjoy the mighty
rays of the glorious sun?

 

I don't want to live for eternity
in the dark without a heart,
on the hunt, searching for blood.
I want to die in peace

as an old gray one.
I yearn to die human.

 

Reviews

[Cyndi Goodgame]

Great poem. I was with the runner the whole way feeling every thought as if it were my own. I reread it twice. Inspiring.

[Black Cat Fever]

Fantastic poem. The desperation of being hunted and the fear of being turned is thrilling in this. Your words create a fearful situation in a very short space of time. Outstanding!

[Rawhide]

Very well done. You manage to tell a lot with only a few words. I could picture the image in my head while reading the poem. I could feel the desparation in the words.