Rex Titus Poet Dramatic Monologue

The Night I Died

Upon the steps there it lay,
Once I arrived home from work
It appeared to have sat all day
and as I saw it, it made me jerk.

There it lay in all its glory
bading me to seize.
Making me wonder its story
I gave in to what it would please.

And as the day faded
and the chill of night did come
The call of it had me sedated.
and I could not bare to run.

I died that night,
in that vampire's arms.
Without a fright,
and from all her charms.

She shed to me a drop of blood
from the end of her finger
Then I felt a rush like a flood,
the taste on my lips still does linger.

On that night I died so quick,
and was born yet so slow
and all of this was hid by a lick
So now no one will know.

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