Aroma I feel is thy blood
Sucking thou until it made a flood
My teeth rooting into thy hypodermis
Fearlessness, braveness is what thou will miss
Because I escaped from Transylvania
To see thou, being in an utopia
I will be in the witching hours soon
When the wolves are howling to the moon
Thou have already got thy omen
Hide or thy house will fill with men
To recite all about your obituary
I will escape again at least to a sanctuary
Now thou may know me from my name
I am there with a high fame
A person with bleeding clothes who cannot be tame
Maybe thou wish to be the same
Yes, I am so vigorous than a salvo flame
Won't fall with your childish blame
Sharpened my teeth from where I came
Your veins and blood is my only aim
Ghost will just visit and go
Beldams will scare you not much more
But me as a vampire is a bedevil
Drinking your blood till my heart fill
Categories:
hypodermis, horror, rude,
Form: Rhyme
the fist, cottony-black clung
madly to the revelation of blue sky,
similar to the wizard of oz
faking it behind the curtain
days and days of rain —
waterlogged puddles
hypodermis of bark exposed
looking like a tortured dog
the woods haggard and gray
the sentila-sun reveals a backroads lake
yet perhaps on further study
it is a road, so slick and wet
the ting-a-ling of a wayward chime
perhaps a summons to the deck
the windows blink their eyes
washed clean
i throw my cerulean raincoat to the side
“Hurray!”
1/4/2019
Categories:
hypodermis, weather,
Form: Free verse