Ashamed Lord Dracula

No need to dark

Dark new moon day

Lord started to preparing

The tide gown wampire teeth

And the all costumes

 

Slowly entered the street

With the back ground of

Owl`s song and frezing cold

Blinking red points

 

The streets and the villas

the lonley driven cars

and the mountain of cemitry

Nothing to find out

 

Early morning wake up

With Horrible sound of fire

Streets turned blood river

Lord realy ashamed

 

He opened his eyes

In his nest of banned day time

All human are drinking playing

And swimming in BLOOD.

Reviews

[Sarah]

cool

[Chris G. Vaillancourt]

What is a "wampire"? Interesting poem

[deeps]

Loved the last stanza, This is awesome!