*Tis 2:00am as fog rolled in,
the tree’s sighed and the soft
snow fell quitly outside.
The coffins bare,
the earth chilled and frozen;
this is where he lays,
deep in 9 feet of dirt felled air.
Soulless without a care,
a fool to bring suffering
to the poor humans,
who never noticed he was there.
A shadow of his former self,
he resembles nothing of himself.
Lurkering amongst the beastly
shadows, where monsters belong
to blood and bone,
the foolish break,
this fool follows his natural bent.
Intentions are of course seaking
his thirst, with an open mouth
full of gagged teeth.
He claws for insurance,
an immortals bank never drys,
forever is a long time.
So gather your affairs,
before the dawn bares witness
to your foolish pride.
The vampire is here,
come for a ride?
(it’s just you and I, I swear)
he smiles wide.
Merry Christmas my beastly friends.*
© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 2:20 AM UTC
*Tis 2:00am as fog rolled in,
the tree’s sighed and the soft
snow fell quitly outside.
The coffins bare,
the earth chilled and frozen;
this is where he lays,
deep in 9 feet of dirt felled air.
Soulless without a care,
a fool to bring suffering
to the poor humans,
who never noticed he was there.
A shadow of his former self,
he resembles nothing of himself.
Lurkering amongst the beastly
shadows, where monsters belong
to blood and bone,
the foolish break,
this fool follows his natural bent.
Intentions are of course seaking
his thirst, with an open mouth
full of gagged teeth.
He claws for insurance,
an immortals bank never drys,
forever is a long time.
So gather your affairs,
before the dawn bares witness
to your foolish pride.
The vampire is here,
come for a ride?
(it’s just you and I, I swear)
he smiles wide.
Merry Christmas my beastly friends.*
© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
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