Friday, October 21, 2016

Monster Poetry--Because monsters have feelings too

Have I mentioned that I love October? One of my favorite ways to celebrate is by posting horror/paranormal poems and stories. I'm a bit behind this year, since I've been busy prepping for NaNoWriMo, working on my serial, thinking about my poor neglected vampire novel, and writing blogs in protest to the crap going on right now. But, I figured it was time to get with the program, so I've decided to start a monster series of poetry. To start things off, I have a lovely vampire villanelle. Enjoy.

Hunters in the Night

The shadows shroud us putting on a front.
We walk among them; hiding in their midst.
In torment—seeking bliss—each night we hunt.

The sun, our fear: a force we can’t confront,
Or droves of slayers—that would be a twist.
The shadows shroud us putting on a front.

It can be subtle, or a wild stunt.
The goal’s the same: a vein, from throat or wrist.
In torment, seeking bliss, each night we hunt.

To keep the masquerade, our fangs look blunt.
You’ll find there’s not an angle we have missed.
The shadows shroud us putting on a front.

We’ll drain you dry and give a happy grunt.
We might feel bad, but we cannot resist.
In torment, seeking bliss, each night we hunt.

It pleases us to know that we affront.
If you know we exist, we’re on your list.
The shadows shroud us putting on a front.
In torment, seeking bliss, each night we hunt.


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