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Night Class (love bites)
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whole lotta other stuff in the night,
quiet are black wings in flight.
a quarry is about find to danger,
passive in surrender,
seems a bit surreal,
to be bit by a stranger
to fangs that live forever.
waking the hunter within reach.
lips lick, proud with hunger.
to hear screams at a loss for speech.
so enticing a lover,
these monsters love to teach.
each victim again, one after another,
blissful pains, that open arteries and veins.
with kisses rough then tender.
submit without a trace
beautiful heartache accept its embrace,
willfully, fall from grace.
drops of red, as life oozes out of sight.
and onto eternal death in a vampires right.
nevertheless, it is easy to find quarry in the night.
Interesting!
I have always been fascinated by vampires and in this poem, you have eloquently captured the essence of vampires! Good use of rhyme. In line 3, should it be "about to find danger"? I like the phrase "fangs that live forever" :-) Well done! By the way, have you heard of the song "Bela Lugosi's Dead' by Bauhaus? I highly recommend it! It would be a great soundtrack for this poem :-)
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thanks
for the comment and the line 3 correction
peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot