Vampire Poem

A shortish poem I wrote when I was bored on the bus.

My throat itched and burned with thirst,

But water would've made it worse.

The humans now smelt so nice,

They wouldn't mind if I had a bite.

My charm and beauty had tripled in size,

So easy to bring them to their demise.

She looked with desperate, lustful eyes,

Not seeing in mine the dreadful lies.

I told her we shouldn't linger,

And beckoned with my index finger.

She came running willingly,

Not seeing through my unnatural beauty.

She gripped my arm tightly,

My muscles rippled slightly.

I smelt the blood pumping in her veins,

And I could barely restrain.

I pulled her down the alleyway,

She looked around with dismay.

"What is this place, a graveyard?"

"A place fit for a bard.

He will sing of you,

And of me too.

The poor young maiden dead,

A w***e most likely mislead. 

Of her traitor, there is no sign,

Only two bite-marks where he chose to dine."

Into her neck, I wined my fangs,

And in my mind, the bard sang.

At first she thought it was just play,

But then she felt herself drain.

She slapped my face uselessly,

While I continued sucking loudly.

My first blood, it was so sweet,

I felt her heart skip two beats.

As her body went limp, I threw it away,

And heard the dogs begin to bay.

They heard her breathe her last breath,

They would alert the police of her death...

Author's Note

Tell me what you think please! Tell me if you want me to write another. Please!

Reviews

[Winter of '97]

Haha Brittz you know you lost me on the word vampire(:

[Boldpen]

Very interesting poem.
This had everything.. rhyme, expressions, story and a little excitement factor that made it very memorable. Great Job!