Finally Redemption and Hope

For  all the  years  she had  wondered out in the world  alone

Never  did  she  forsake  the hope  that  she  would  find home.

A suitcase  and  a rose  her only  possessions

Outcast, untouched  by  life’s  procession.

 

Centuries  past  and  she  never aged nor gained peace

Hiding  from the sun, trapped  by night.With no release.

Little  Vampire  they took your soul

Gave  you  the  night  to play in  but never  made  you whole.

 

No tears  can flee  those  beautiful eyes

Eyes  that  never gaze on  blue skies

Pale  skin that  never  feel the  gentle warm touch

Of  the golden sun, that you still miss so much.

 

Those  who have  crossed  your  path never live  to tell

You  take  their life’s  blood  and  it prolongs  your hell.

You long  for warmth  that you vaguely  remember

To  skip in fields with others like  that long  ago September.

 

I think  you have paid  for  your  past sins

We need  to  take  you  back to where  all this  begins.

Too see if  we can find  your  soul

To bless  you and  make  you  whole.

 

If  you  will just  step into  the  Sun’s heat

Take  my  hand  and  we will your  saviour  meet.

It will only  take a minute  for  you to burn

Then  born again,  God’s  love  your learn .

Lupine ( a Huitain)

Pounding pounding  blood through my veins

Running Running my paws touching cold snow

Free free nothing to stop me  no tethers no reins

Miles of Tundra with silence between here and my goal.

I avoid man  he is weak  and untrustworthy  and he smells bad

I am Lupine Canine and I am free  I hunt by the moon  the night makes me whole.

My brothers are disappearing soon we will be gone, does that effect you, does that make you feel sad!

Pounding pounding  blood through my veins

The Argument.

I know that it is  raining  I can see that it wet

But you are my familiar  and not a blooming pet!

I have asked you nicely I have even said please

Now go and get me food or I shall infest you with flees.

 

Excuse me, Lady  Mistress, this does not seem quite right

Just where in my contract does it say I have to work for you at night!

You have run me ragged every minute of today

I am tired now and my feathers are wet and here in the warm I need to stay.

 

Pardon me, my fine feathered friend pardon me my beauty

I am not requesting  that you get me food I am demanding that you do your duty.

I am the one in charge not you , I am the tortured soul of a Vampire

You do as I bid  and brook me not.Go, go on, What are waiting for, wet weather attire.

 

Well Mistress that would not go amiss for I am not a duck,

And if I get lost  you will miss out and that would be such bad luck.

Be Gone Get out and find me fresh blood

And if you play your cards right I shall dip you in the stream on your return to remove the mud.

 

 

Nonnet : Vampire

She craves the dark ,she hides from the light

Eyes as black and cold as the night

Kisses honey  sweet teeth like razor blades

Soulless,  heartless her beauty never fades

She lives only for one

They hide from sun

Blood,sex,fun

Happily fed

Undead.

 

A Nonnet is a nine line poem, the first line has nine words diminishing  down by a word a line to one word in the lastl ine

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