Vampire Sonnets Iv the Haunted Tour

Energy filled the suffocated air we found Bourbon Street all but unaware; After the Sun sets we hide in plain sight many dark places much to our delight; Easy to disappear among the masks, parading around with feathers and flasks; The French Quarter so swollen with sadness, downtrodden masquerading as madness; Blank faces that no one would remember, weakened lambs to slaughter and dismember; Poaching this farm is so hard to resist they really don’t believe that we exist; What a delectable bloody downpour, tourists came to die on this haunted tour.