Vampire Empire Poem by Blanche Hardin

They hide in place forgotten by the sun.
Feeding on the Human race till all is done,
They feast like beasts.
With weakness to light,
As their strength is distinctness of hearing and sight.
For with no sorrow,
Comes death of tomorrow.
Morning slumber,
Nightfall hunger.
At night to feed is the ultimate cost,
No shame in countless lives lost.
As death isn't the only way,
But sometimes you'll never be able to see the light of day.
As the Vampire Empire walks again,
The heartache leaves blood red stain.



















© By: Blanche M. Hardin