Vampire Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery
Vampire
Last train comes and goes
While hidden in the darkness
Down midnight leafy country lane
On melancholy moonless night
Waits a vampire hungry for prey.
Pools of pale light
Small islands within dreaded dark
Glow from gothic street lamps
But there is no protection
Without a crucifix and garlic.
Footsteps echo down the lane
Solitary passenger from the train
Heart quickening with terror
Walking with rapid nervous steps
Fearing what lurks within the darkness.
Thu use of imagery was absolutly amazing. It vivified your work even more. Thanks.
i love vampires and i love this poem. its very good. u should read some of mine.
I love it. Always had dreams of becoming a vampire. I guess im kinda twiztd that way hehe. Grate peom. Everyone has there vampire.
who knows what is in the darkness? we even fail to connect to reality and our fears runs loose carrying our logics and believes away from us, when terror strikes us, vampires will be lurking for us. The streets are full with rapists, murderers, thieves and maniacs, if symbolism is in use to refer to them as vampires, I will give it 10..
Great imagery, you have a great talent. I could almost hear the footsteps echoing on the rain soaked cobbled streets... BP x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 5:19:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
nice and sinister...but garlic will never save them...good write.