Vickie Hurtt - Thayer Poet Rhyme

Invited To Dinner

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A black bat came knocking at my door,
I once was scared, but I scream no more.

I'm in danger If I dine with him tonight,
He will bring me dinner beneath the moonlight.

A shovel for digging, a rose with a thorn,
A prick to my neck with blood it's adorned.

Musty smells from dirt beneath my feet,
The moon lights the trail so that I can see.

No one understands just how I can adore,
A man whose been dead four hundred years or more.

My thirst stirs up the strongest desires,
For a bloody feast with a vampire.

Only one counts,
Vlad/Dracula is his name.

One bite from him,
You would feel the same.

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L Milton Hankins April 23, 2021 at 2:24 PM Super haunting stuff, Vickie. I enjoyed reading about your dinner with a vampire. I wish it had been single-spaced, though, making it easier to read. Thanks so much! Vickie Hurtt - Thayer April 23, 2021 at 6:46 PM Thanks for the suggestion L Milton Hankins, I meant to do that and got distracted. (: