I asked the vampire
If it hurt his mind
To feed on the living
And to leave time behind

I asked the ghost
If it pained his soul
To know he was no more
Than a formless immortal

I asked the werwolf
If it tormented his heart
To know how he mindlessly
Rips people apart

They all answered yes
It pained them so
To know of the sorrow
That they themselves sow

They weeped at the thought
They cried for the dead
Tears dripped from their eyes
As they hung their head

I asked them of their home
Of the shadows in which they live
They went utterly silent
They had only horror to give

But in all honesty
The shadows seem nice
They called it evil
Filled with rats and mice

Next time you want life
Or strength beyond measure
Or more time with family
Just simply remember

Choose your words wisely
Or you will live feeling sad
Say what you mean
Or you will be had

Red Cloaked Killer

She was a mystery
brown hair
red cloak
red shirt
black pants  
and boots that went midway up her calf
she was pure of heart
Soul
and mind
Invincible, almost
but not towards a silver bullet
she changed after Mama fell off the wagon
and Daddy killed mommy with his paws
she was born part werwolf
cursed to live as a monster
killing for her right
to be human
Only to meet her maker
staring down the barrel of the gun
knees to the floor
and blood on her paws
her first **** wasn't planned
the arrow pierced the flesh of a mortal
No longer was she hunting for her fully human form
she was out for blood now
killing all that she could
enjoying how the blood of her victims
tasted like iron
how the feel
of another monsters corps underneath her own feet
gave her so much power
She controlled death
she was not a human
she was a monster
killing to survive in a bloodlust world
she feel in love with her food
despite how when she was a child
her grandmother telling her
that a lady never plays with her meals
she didn't listen
she played with the men she killed
and enjoyed every second
but a wolf need to eat
and your own species can carry you so far
they don’t taste the same
she cleaned the bones with her claws and teeth
leaving nothing behind
hiding beneath her cloak
she was known
as Little Red Riding Hood.

-StefC

Beguile me like bioluminescence.
I love you, doe-eyed siren, take all my money.
My friends envy caused them virescence.
They’re too casual to see my summer tan.
But he’s just my type.
But he’s what I like.
I hear assurances of love twice as much.
Like a werwolf, come night I am a ****.
But he doesn’t cry on my shoulder ever.
I only trash my curse of obsolescence.
But he’s so attractive.
He’s exactly what I want.
But before I throw it in the fire.
Let me get my summer tan on.