Vampires Gather

The vampires gather to take their sustenance from my soul.

It is not the weak or faint of heart they seek.

They are unwaveringly drawn to the strong of spirit,

And those that are the most capable in nature.

They seek not to mortally wound,

For that would end their feast.

Instead they seek to drain such life,

As only make you weak.

With every battle that I win,

I feel that I should be,

A step that closer to the end,

Of the war these vampires bring.

But every battle brings anew,

A coven not foreseen.

To drain my life and happiness,

My will to pick so clean.

I struggle to withstand the fray,

To gather all my strength,

And live to fight another day,

With battles so intense.

Their numbers only multiply,

My strength is slowly drained,

If I could but find someone,

Whose friendship would sustain.

My hope would then be founded,

My strength would be renewed.

Are there other warriors?

Perhaps, my friend, that's you.

Reviews

[marytownsend]

This poem can be read on two differnt levels. One on a supernatural/fantasy level
and the other as a metaphor of life and the emotionally draining people that we run into every day! I like this very much, very nicely written!

[Hester Vane]

I really like this. The language and structure is excellent and gives a real classic feeling to the piece. Fantastic

[Moonchild]

Great job!

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good poem. A good lead for a story about a struggle to survive against a herd of vampires. I did like the question at the end of the poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Aehr]

i like this one. I'm kind of obsessed with supernatural creatures, vampires and warevolves being the top ones on my list! I like the dark nature of this poem, and the last two lines can be interpreted in different ways.... i love it, actually!

[quinfinn]

this could be construed in both the literal and metaphorical sense. a bold write full of clever wordage and brilliant rhyming scheme. i love the way you segued into the last two lines. remarkable!