Elegy Poem by Karen Bond

Stealthily
She creeps
Across the park
In moonlit silence,
Her ivory features
Set off by dusky robes.
Furiously
She roams
The sleeping streets,
Haunted by the
Crushing smell of
Ambrosia.
Nightly
In dark pursuit
She wanders
Past shuttered lives
Frozen in slumber
Until she sees her prey.
As day breaks
She hastens home,
Her marble complexion
Revived.
Such is the
Sad, melancholy plight
Of the Vampyre,
A race doomed to a life of
Eternal exile.