With winter on the days heels and my mind in a tizzy with so much reality, I thought it'd be fun to write a more whimsy, dark poem about a vampire. In this case, a female vampire laying in wait for her pray.
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of the forest, a flowing woman
howls of wind, she hears
of the night, a flowing woman
moon of night, she peers
of the quiet, she visits often
a love she cannot trace
of her heart, she cannot soften
a hunger without erase
of her past, there is recalled
a girl cold and lost
of the night, there standing tall
a vampire in the frost
of the snow, that lays in white
a silent whimper sings
of the footprints, in the night
a fear the full moon brings
of the man, she’ll never love
a sorrow without end
of the curse, she’s never free of
a rush of blood amends
Glaciers of Washington State
6 years ago
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