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Bloody fangs

Bloody fangs

A Poem by David the writer
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I stopped making poems to write a series, so this is a short poem so I can get back used to writing poems.

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Can't you smell the blood

I can't wait to feel it flood

My fangs ever so dry

As the clouds pass through the dark sky,


Sneaking through the night, and into a small village

I'm thirstier just thinking about pillage

Their blood, their life

With my fangs as sharps as a knife,


I sneak through a window staying in the shadow

That has a clear path I follow

They laid in the bed not knowing that their Doom is about to strike

I laugh with the moon as I get more and more psych


I loom over them with my sharp fangs hanging out of my lips

I bite into his neck silently, and their satisfying blood now drips

I leave the small home now wrecked

I look over to see the victim bloody necked.  

© 2012 David the writer


Author's Note

David the writer
I know this was short, but was it sweet?

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Good work overall, needs some minor editing and I'm not sure about the colored bits of text, but it was a fun read overall.

Posted 6 Years Ago


David the writer

6 Years Ago

Thanx, y'know if you enjoyed this than you might enjoy my newest poem "The Beast Within". Again, tha.. read more
Totally rad, David! Loved the darkness factor of it. Awesome.

Posted 6 Years Ago


David the writer

6 Years Ago

Thanx, my poetry has that edge to it, that factor of darkness. Tis a reacourring event
Esabella

6 Years Ago

Well its cool, I like it.
David the writer

6 Years Ago

Thanx!
Huh, wow. It's dark and unique. I like it. Great write. :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


David the writer

6 Years Ago

Thanx! Usualy how it is
~SouthernGirl~

6 Years Ago

Your welcome. :)
Greetings from the host of the contest "Of Blood and Eternity".

I see you like to tell stories, at least with this poem. Those poor villagers, the hapless victims of a beast in the night. But then, isn't that the heart of vampire lore? They come, they despoil, and then they are gone, leaving only ruin in their wake.

A very nice write.

Thank you for entering my contest.

-Caradoc

Posted 6 Years Ago


David the writer

6 Years Ago

Thanks for hosting, and reviewing.
FRACKIN' AWESOME

Posted 7 Years Ago


David the writer

7 Years Ago

lol wish I could still write horror poems =( this is how it began.. now it's all about love
Vampires are so sweet, aren't they? You gotta love em ;)

Posted 7 Years Ago


David the writer

7 Years Ago

Glad you like my come-back to the horror poetry genre, and there are more comming soon
Dark, evil, gloomy, descriptive, captivating, suspenseful..... I love this poem!!

Posted 7 Years Ago


David the writer

7 Years Ago

Thanx!
bloody, dark and gloomy
I love this poem

Posted 7 Years Ago


Evil...check, blood...check, gore.....check! Great job this was really well written my friend!

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

David the writer

7 Years Ago

Thanx!
I loved the descriptive nature of the poem, it made the poem easy to see in my mind and feel in my soul.

Posted 7 Years Ago


David the writer

7 Years Ago

It's nice to see people feel my work in their "soul". Thanx ^_^

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