This wanton moon that makes me crave
your innocence of marble nape
my hands are ice, come be my slave
I’ll steal your softness in my cape.
I lust for wildness of pulsating veins
I need to quench my thirst for blood
Please, still your heart to break my chains
Please, sacrifice your livelihood.
Please, let me wind your golden hair
around my fist and bend you back
sweet maiden say your evening prayer
I love your scream as night turns black.
And when your life has slipped away
eternity will come to stay.
It’s been a while since I wrote of form poem for Friday Fictioneers. This is a tetrameter sonnet but I hope it works for a vampire story.
June 14, 2017