The Vampire


My life is not of normal decay,
nor is my life lived during the day.

The sun never greeted me
with its lovely ray,
instead ashes left me
for the day,
the sun’s amber glow
burnt away at my soul,
leaving me hungry
and disheveled.

Never did I know of a sunny ray,
or the heat of a summer’s day.

My soul is doomed,
My body knows none of decay,
nor my spirit know of peace.

I am a vampire,
a creature of night,
a creature of nocturnal habits.



That’s a wicked bite!

Wicked Bite

 A Wicked Bite Poem © By Amanda D Shelton

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