Bloody fangs

Bloody fangs

A Poem by David the writer

I stopped making poems to write a series, so this is a short poem so I can get back used to writing poems.


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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it was dark and bloody but good i liked it

Posted 8 Years Ago

Mmmmmmm. I love this poem. Delicious ;)

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on August 4, 2012
Last Updated on August 4, 2012
Tags: monster, short


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