Beware the kiss of the living dead.
It will leave you wanting.
Hunger delays once he's fed
But soon restarts the hunting.
Daylight breaks and brings the night
As deadly sleep takes over,
And when the moon renews its light
The corpsed shell grows colder.
A woman walking down the street,
An invitation to dinner.
She never hears the silent feet
That carry the deadly sinner.
And as the fangs sink down deep,
The hunter takes his prey.
He prays the Lord her soul to keep
Then slowly backs away.
Beware the kiss of the living dead.
It will leave you wanting.
Hunger delays once she's fed
But soon restarts the hunting.
The Vampire's Kiss
Published by Family Friend Poems October 2011 with permission of the Author.
Advertisement