Round Table Poem by Friday Dejavu

Vampires are back
blood dripping from their beck,
Innocent children in the cave
Our poor souls they crave.

Darkness cloth their souls,
land of the demons speaking fouls.
yet in their shadows we dance
begging for crumbs to drop.

Beast all over the land
eating flesh for survival,
who would kill this Goliath?
my ink is dry for drought.

I will stand on my watch,
shooting my stones with faith,
this monster must die
I'm bored with round table talks