The VampireA Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldA subject that is indeed very close to my heart, as a fan of all things Vampire, I like to write on the context of the fantasy.
Those eyes fake lust in
prey so hopeless,
A mere glance puts
thoughts in his ear,
He yearns for the touch
of warm skin,
Blood pulses in vessels so close to fear.
Less talk summing
questions in those fortunate,
The gift of immortality
for all come time,
Splendid flashes of
ivory surrounded in lips,
Posted worries eradicated, a man in his prime.
Cold hands encase arms
of his first youth,
Two bodies pushed
together in quickened force,
Dark circles plunge deep
in faces no smiles,
The pounding heart beat is just par for the course.
Groins stiffen as teeth
collapse neck veins,
Tighter holds envelop
his weakened soul,
No fight to be made
against the strong,
His life draining forth from man to foe.
Licking fingers clean of
sweet pink food,
Dead bodies lay quiet at
feet and spire,
Handsome boys never
chance against him,
This beautiful and evil
pale vampire.
© 2013 Thomas FitzgeraldAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorThomas FitzgeraldWexford, Leinster, IrelandAboutTo all who know by now - I love you. For those that don't, I review a lot of work on here, and I expect the same in return, friend me but make sure to have conviction! I'm a horror writer mostly bu.. more..Writing
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