Cursed forever
victim of a vamp’s
vampiric bite
I rise from the grave
every dark night
fanged creature
ghoulish soul
hideous intentions
mesmerizing gaze
subdues my prey
and obediently
they surrender to me
without hesitation
without reservation
they offer me their
inviting jugular veins
my fangs pierce
and I imbibe
and sate myself
on their warm
invigorating blood
the hunt for prey
continues until
I’m caught and
slaughtered
with a stake
only to be reborn
a fresh vampire
in my next life.
Bob Boyd