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.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2021
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