Vampire Love
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Poetry/Quintain (Sicilian)/Vampire Love
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1557-546-24
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written June 24, 2023
For the International Premiere contest, A Quintain (Sicilian)
sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 07/31/2023
Sixth Place
Walking home from a party one cold night,
a man approached and not word did he say:
though, he seemed harmless I did have some fright,
silently, he gave me a rose bouquet;
I was enthralled and never felt the bite !
Oh, I seemed to be in a dreamy trance,
and we were in an old graveyard eerie:
I was aware of him and took a glance,
wanting to kiss him but I was weary;
it all seemed like an arranged happenstance !
He opened the door to an ancient crypt,
down, down, deep we entered a vintage room:
then, suddenly from his strong hold I slipped,
a tomb- but I felt no doom and no gloom;
in the silence I could that water dripped !
That night he became my eternal love,
he was a vampire and still I kissed him:
I died- but did not reach heaven above,
my life with him happy and never grim;
we have an ever undreamed of truelove !
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2023
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