Moon-Struck Poem by Blanche Hardin

How to describe,
The tale when she died.
Running from him,
The evil within.
Standing at the edge of the pier,
Hard to breath from all the fear.
Behind you feared,
Turning to his face.
Almost instantly he had strike,
Not the kind of death you would like.
It grows deeper into the night,
But to fight curse of his bite.
You don't always survive from the hole in your neck.
Her body lost at sea,
A murder drove by love it seemed to be.
Vampires are meant to kill as they would,
Because their thirst for blood.