Birth Of A New VampireA Poem by Black Cat FeverFor a contest.
I rose into the dark of night Not remembering the attack that sent me here My body ached as did my mind I shuddered as I felt the pain chase away my fear
Blood! Blood! Glorious blood! The crimson tide called out to my pain I needed it now I needed to feed I felt revulsion but it was all in vain
I crawled from my silent cold grave Out into the damp autumn night Rain fell all around me but I noticed not I shivered in the moon's uncaring light
I went forth filled with horror and need What sort of monster had I become? The blood called to me I could not ignore What damage to me had been done?
I could smell the blood on the cold air I could hear the heart beats of the living I felt the madness stirring in my mind I fell to the ground screaming and clawing
I hurt so bad my body burned away inside My veins were dried up and in desperate need I would die if I didn't have blood now To survive I would need to kill and feed
Did I want to spend eternity as a Blood Drinker? Did I want to continue on as I was, a vampire? Yes! Yes! I didn't want to die, I chose to survive I would kill and drink blood to put out this internal fire
I went forth from the cemetery and found my first victim My first kill as a vampire was messy, bloody but so tasty I sighed with relief resigned to my fate as an undead creature Knowing life for me would be hell and would be ecstasy
Eternity is a long time and I grew strong on my diet of blood I became a predator of the dark and the light did not hold me at bay No boundaries were there for me as a creature of the damned Vampires I discovered, are just as lethal and hungry by day
© 2012 Black Cat FeverAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on October 20, 2012 Last Updated on October 20, 2012 AuthorBlack Cat FeverSumptner, ORAboutI live in a world of snow. It never ends until I visit the city, hundreds of miles away. I try to be creative in my writings and appreciate the creative ability in others. I'm not a critic. If I l.. more..Writing
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