- I made this poem around two years ago.
It was inspired by the grave yard scene in the poem, Paul Revere's Ride. I started it in class and continued it throughout the afternoon until I was happy with it.
It wasn't originally a supernature themed poem...I just wrote what came to mind, and I love it. Hope you enjoy! =] Feed back please. I'm always looking foward to making this poem better. Here it goes.
A New Vampire
The rickety wheels ride over the gravel
Howling winds dance with the leaves
The wagon weary of travel
Is covered in silence, the home of theives
Steady hoof-beats adds to the scene
Darkness surrounds the innocent now
The realization of your worst dreams
Is wrapped tightly by fog clouds
A spectral figure appears at the fork
In the road, She flashes you a deadly grin
A reminder of past sores
A reminder of future sin
She approaches the carriage
In which you hide
She carries no baggage
Swiftful is her stride
Unable to move, frozen in fear
You close your eyes
And let escape those crystal tears
Are you about to die?
Delicate hands touch the base of your neck
Whispers of comfort, a soothing voice
Then you feel something cold, something wet
You give in, you have no choice
The pain lasts only a second
As fangs pierce your skin
Then pleasure beckons
You to oblivion
Trapped in time is what you are
Death, your constant companion
Never near yet never far
Independent and solitary, like a black stallion
That creature, that stranger
Your master, your sire
To no end you blame her
For your new desire
The warm and thick taste
Of blood, it drives you wild
You drink it with the haste
Of a new vampire
