The Vampires Plight Poem by Amanda Shelton

I am digging a hole,
where my plot will be.
I dig deeper and deeper
into the day unto the
night.

As shadows lengthen
upon the melting sun,
the monsters waken
one by one.

I am dragging my coffin
full of stones and memories.

I'm always entertaining misery.

He's been my company
for some time now,
a hundred years maybe
more I lost count after
the war.

The shadows of infection
never far behind me,
it's scratching my back,
burning my skin as I
struggle to be free
from pains heated chains.

The scars are visible
upon my neck through
darkness and misery
I am brightly lit,
like a candle blowing
in the wind.

My smoke lingers on
in memories of life
long gone, an
unforgettable sent.

But misery lives on
through the hunger
I carry.

Doom is knocking at my
casket door, asking for
invitation but I don't
answer it.

It pounds at my temples
like a monster clawing
through the dark grasping
at my ankles desperately
trying to devour me.

But my fire still burns
brightly, this struggle
is kindling to my flame.

I only grow stronger,
as I drag my coffin farther,
up the hills and to the valley
down below.

My senses guide
me through the unknown.

I am fighting the sticks
and stones life throws
at me.

I keep dragging my
coffin wherever I go.

I know I am home
wherever my coffin
goes.

My vampire eyes sees well,
not even the night can
blind me, my plight
bites me as well.

A reminder of the life
I once held onto so tightly.

All slips away with every
drop of blood that staines
this life.

A vampires plight I live
it well. As I slip into
the night.

Farwell my beautiful flower
may you have all you desire
and the night treats you well.