The rainbow rises, showing all of its colours
Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Violet, Indigo and Blue
Blue the colour of your eyes
I love rainbows, I love you

Draven – D-Raven is my name
I’m well known of course, I have found fame, I am written of in novels and poetry, everyone knows my name.

Over time I have had many different names Vlad and Dracula the most popular by far.
My face is pale white and from time to time I have gotten in fights, my face shows the scars.

I long to roam on my own but from time to time I gather in a brood, we drink and smoke, jump out on folk and generally get up to no good.

D-Raven, I am also d-riven, see what I did?
I am driven to culture the blood from any Human R.I.P’d.

The Human body must be warm, of course, cold blood just won’t do!
Be careful stay out of my way, the next victim could be you!

I nip the neck with my Fangs, that’s teeth to you, they are particularly long and sharp and pierce right through the skin, to the large artery within, which the blood flows.
Watching the victim go pallid and weak, gives me a very warm glow.

By day I sit high up in the sky in trees and buildings, legs slung over the ledge.
Looking for the next victim, whom to make my pledge.

Watching the Humans down below playing and toiling, making their own pledge, trading their souls for a few pennies more.
To buy food, clothes, shoes, maybe purchase a car.

They do not know I exist amongst them, and I like to keep it that way.
They won’t even know before they die, I never look them in the eye.
From the back I approach, hand around their throat.
It’s only afterwards that I stand back, look at them, take them in and gloat.


Sometimes I see beauty, staring back at me, and I take the time to admire; but mostly I see ugliness and I’m glad they have expired.
If I ever thought that perfection existed, I would quickly exit out of this business.
Alas Humans strive for perfection, but it is not a winning aim, so for now there is no end to my killing game.

I continue to roam this earth, day and night, every now and then I reveal myself, in a prank to cause fright (it’s how I entertain myself).
People see and immediately flee, screaming and running away from me, I chuckle and laugh at the fuss I have caused, it lightens the load that I carry, makes me feel.

Have I said I’m handsome of face, at least so I am told, I am also charming, witty and very bold.
I married once, a lady, I met the same day we wed, our marriage did not get old.
She told a tale of lies to get me in her bed, then my one love, my only desire fell head first into a fire.
I’ll never make that mistake again, single I will stay, no one else to think about, I like it that way.

People assume that I can’t be happy but all I can do is laugh and sigh, then calmly reply “500 years and I want more, I love this business of blood and gore.

Pen and Paper will ensure I exist for all eternity, written into stories and poems that rhyme, my name will change, of course, from time to time.
Essentially it is true, that I am through and through a Vampire, who exists to consume the living, think of it as my way of giving, back to society, maybe you should consider me hired, taking the blood of the less desired.

I long for someone to hold my hand, tell me stories of love and desire, if I found someone who could love me for who I am, I would happily retire.
I would take a home down in the depths below the ground, where the Devil stokes the fire.

For now, though, D-Raven is my name, Vampiring is my game (and I’m quite good at it)

I am trying to recall, a ghostly apparition I once saw.

My brother and I were exploring one day, an old cottage that had been left to rot away.
It had no windows and no doors, which made it easy for us to access and explore.

It was a clear, sunny day, the birds were in full song and children were out to play.
I must have been about six, when I watched a young girl of a ghostly appearance, walk through a wall of bricks.

My brother had left me on my own, whilst he was roaming up the stairs.
I had gone into the Kitchen, taking a break I sat upon a chair.

I had been there for just five minutes when the apparition appeared.
Through the bricks the young ghost transitioned, to follow would be an impossible mission.
It was over in a flash, the apparition made a dash and just as suddenly disappeared.

I was not in fear and I ran to fetch my brother, see if we could entice the ghost to appear again.
Alas, my brother didn’t believe in ghosts and said I was insane.

At half-past three, after having afternoon tea, I returned, with cake, which I had taken from my plate.
It was a delicious cherry bake, that my Mother had baked.

The friendly ghost appeared again, this time she talked.
Over slices of delicious cake, that my mum had baked that day, we talked about her tragedy and she invited me for a walk.

We appeared to walk around in circles for a while before finding ourselves down by the lake.

"I had heard a story once upon a time, of a young girl who had fallen into the lake, her life had been taken, indeed forsaken at such an early age.
This girl I heard had been playing hide and seek by the lake and tracking her brothers.
She lost her footing and fell in, the young girl, unfortunately, could not swim.
Her brothers ran quickly to fetch their Mum and Dad, but it ended in tragedy and was all very sad".

This young apparition began to tell me a story, about a young girl who fell into the lake and now after many years was lonely and in need of a friend.
She asked if I would join her but of course, it would mean my life on earth would end.

I felt very sorry for the young ghost lost and all alone but knew that I could not forsake, my Brother, my Mum and Dad and indeed Mum’s delicious cherry bake.

I never saw the ghost again although I went back many times.
I hope she has found happiness on the other side without committing any crimes.