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I walk; carry the weight of the sands, dust particles of gold
Beneath, lay the tomb, resurrected in chamber of seven
Headed snake, guarding the abandoned soul of Princess Tamara
From Hanaring, the city of guardian angel
IN tombs of gold and lapis lazuli
Bodies of holy men and women exude
Miraculous oil, odour of violet.
But under heavy loads of trampled clay
The word that ignited my incombustile mind,
I raised then the marasmus jowl upward
And opened my sutured mouth.
Eyes were cascading the caged fervour
Ripples of pain weave circles round her
Memories sad and stark crucify her
At night she encounters mindless phantoms
Vampires who come to suck her blood
Little girls in little blonde curls
In reddish frilly messes
Eat their lunch alone,
Served by brunette waitresses
Sleeping-bagged in a duplex wing
with fleas, in rock-cleft or building
radar bats are darkness in miniature,
their whole face one tufty crinkled ear
You might think there’s a creepy castle,
Lost somewhere in time,
You might think it has ghosts all around,
But it’s just in your mind.
Step into my lair
This cool calm night
Step into my lair
And give into my plight.
Portrait of my teen days,
Reminiscences of youth,
Image of holiness in her
Youth of my longing heart,
Like in those stories
vampires love the dark and quiet of night. when everyone else is asleep. but the vampire didn't suck my blood, not blood. the vampire did bite. he left his vampire tooth marks on me that i was supposed to be good and keep covered up. but teacher saw the vampire tooth marks when i was jumping rope with my best friend Billy at lunch. my shirt untucked from my jeans. teacher told mother. mother told teacher little sister Molly had done this tooth marks. Molly was just a baby though with baby teeth not vampire teeth. teacher looked at mother the way she did at my friend Billy when he lied and said it wasn't him that ate the candies she kept in her desk. when we got home, mother made my ears ring and my nose bleed when I told her that the vampire that comes at night did these tooth marks, not my baby sister Molly with her six baby teeth.i didn't talk to mother about what the vampire does at night anymore after that and mother didn't ask.
unlike in the movies, vampires don't come in through the windows or hide in alleys waiting for people to walk by. they have keys to houses that they let the mothers and the kids live in. that is how they get in at night. and they like the curtains closed and doors locked when they get inside. but don't try to lock a vampire out of the house or your room they get real mad at that.and locks on inside of bedroom doors aren't allowed by vampires. they don't like to be told no. i heard my friend Billy tell the vampire no, when mother said he was allowed a sleep over. first time i had a friend sleep over. we were playing in the barn that night he said no. Billy didn't believe me vampires exist.he laughed at me. but Billy found out they exist. Billy didn't want to be alone with the vampire but I whispered to him before i left the barn you don't say no to a vampire. Billy did, he screamed it at the vampire. 'no, no, no, No! ' and then my friend Billy he fell from the hay loft and never woke up. An accident my mother and the vampire said. and i never asked to have a sleep over again.
Pools and pools of blood
flood from this fleeting
It's Whedon's (1) best series, adventures of ‘Buffy -
the Slayer of Vampires' a mystical bombshell,
(God's justice meets world) . Mind as lithe as a Willow
(so NOT a bad pun) , she stakes hearts that aren't beating,
When The Vampires Sucked Blood
The 1800's when vampires ruled the world
Sucking blood and stealing love
Alas, you may have noticed if
you've looked around the world these days,
you don't see werewolves or zombies,
no vampires or mummies at play.
There are some poets on PoemHunter,
Who are vampires.
For they do not sleep at day,
Nor at night.
prowling in rallies on coffin soapboxes
they seduce starving spectators
with blinding fire and fury
raising their temperature gauges
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