Hybrids
The vampire leaves his crypt in search of blood.
A vegetarian before his death,
But now he’s cursed each night to take a life.
Recalling happy times throughout his life,
(Before another vampire drank his blood),
He wishes he had found eternal death.
He longs to lie beside his wife in death,
As they had lain together in his life -
Then spots a zombie, has to taste her blood…
Now hybrids, bloody deathly friends for life.
For Andrea’s Tritina contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2013
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