Duel Challange from poetry soup
Prompt
Write a poem inspired by moonlight
Rules
Poem must include the word "moon" or "moonlight"
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Tonight the moon is dazzling
Looking from my garden
Gazing towards the lake
My heart did leap for joy
I began dancing in the moonlight
Majestic ripples in the water
Sent shivers down my spine
Stars twinkled in the horizon
Totally sublime
So, happy to be alive
Moonlight ~ eerie, will vampires be out !
I scream " where are you "
Come get my neck ~ bite me
Am I dreaming ~ or is that a howling wolf
Fixated in the moment of sheer ~ madness
Consider the vampire and his plight
flying through the lonely night.
He must drink your blood until its dry
or he will turn to dust and die.
While I say this, I scratch my head -
is a vampire already dead?
A lovely rose unfolds so well -
a keepsake given from the heart
to etch itself, so free of thorns -
a sweet memento deep and sound.
When given as a sign of love,
it finds a place to live and grow
with velvet petals that caress
to soothe the heart with happiness.
But, I'm that dreadful vampire rose
given by love that does not last -
eating away at memories
that in one's heart, remains inside.
My vampire fate will leave a wound
that stirs deep pain from long ago;
a sign of love that once fulfilled-
I morph to blemish what was joy.
Beneath the manor's shadow
crest,
Where gargoyles weep and
ravens rest,
Old Rumple Stein began to
speak,
To make the bravest children
weak.
He told a tale of ancient
dread,
A shadow from a velvet bed.
The vampire glides on silent
wings,
While midnight's eerie cricket
sings.
He creeps through windows
left unpinned,
A freezing, foul, and wicked
wind.
He hunts for children fast
asleep,
Into their nursery rooms to
creep.
His skin is pale as candle wax,
His pointed teeth leave
deadly tracks.
He bends above the small
and sweet,
To steal their warmth and
drink his treat.
"So close your shutters tight
tonight,"
Old Rumple laughed and giggled
with deep delight.
Come closer, hmm... I'll take you tonight
Silhouettes moving together in twilight
Heightened senses, poison in a kiss
Clouds eclipse the moon with a sudden hiss.
Lusting for blood in your veins
A beating heart that still remains
Alluring scent hmmm I long to taste
Caught in my web don't fight my embrace
I Feel the pulse beneath your skin
You should run, but you don't
And I know you'll let me in
Come play with me tonight
You can call it love if you like
Licking your neck, teeth exposed
An unexpected bite, eyes still closed
Velvet danger drawing you near
Shush now, shush... calm your fear
I Feel the pulse beneath your skin
You should run, but you don't
And I know you'll let me in
Come play with me tonight
You can call it love if you like
You can call it love if you like
But I call it something else...
Draining blood, your heart exposed
Every promise ends like this
True love is just a myth
Drawn into the vampire's kiss
it’s been decades since i’ve seen you last.
the fighting was better than this
dull silence from you.
it has stretched between us
like those years we spent together.
the love that transcends the death
you brought upon me.
why do you deny yourself heaven?
the touch of my skin?
the taste of my love when you suck it out of me?
it is still inside of you,
your love is not lost on me.
for our hearts to dance one more time,
i would let you do it all again.
stab my heart, drag it five blocks
down the street
to the park in paris where our ghosts would meet.
we could act like lovers,
deception where there was once devotion.
take these decaying pieces inside of me
and show me what i can become at your hand.
i love you like i never left.
We all lined up to kiss the ring of Godfather Vampire
He is like the king and president, except a bit higher
When you want a favor, he is the one to ask
He can get much done, he is an expert at a task
He was aloof a bit, but that is to be expected
We gave tributes to him, which his entourage inspected
One gave him a nod, so my wish might get granted, I think.
I left the hall, feeling optimistic, my attitude in the pink.
Bad Luck for the Vampire Teeth
It was such a gloomy Halloween day
The Vampire Teeth tinted with blood,
and delicate pinot noir (bottled not yesterday),
went flying over a field of western redbud.
From his side,
a drunk goose
struck him. The Vampire Teeth cried,
‘Watch where you fly, you goose!’
Then ten more geese smacked into him (frown, frown)
So so winded he couldn’t stay in the air,
and he fell quite fast down down down
into a big crack the length of a bear
in the road that boarded the field square.
No one heard his cries for help.
Then his voice box broke.
Then a limping construction worker Mr Kelp
who was too broke
filled in the crack (with some egg yolk)
with cement angrily demanded by the folk.
No more ancient Gaelic Festival of
Samhain for The Vampire Teeth.
All because of
those stupid geese, and that worker Heath.
fashionable vampire girl with 1950 cat eye glasses
Ran home with us from the grave yard, scared of the grasses
Why do they bother you so? We asked her, but there was no reply.
She likes being in our kitchen, she has baked a fine rhubarb pie
She sleeps in the corner of the pantry, among pumpkins and gourds
She made us lemon muffins yesterday, with icing crossed as swords
What does your family think of a vampire girl living in your home?
Eager for tonight’s dessert, she has promised us a raspberry scone.
Spare a thought for the vegan vampire
Loving all creatures is his only desire
Despised by kith and kin
He'll bravely cop it on the chin
Deserves love but only gets their ire.
Spare a thought for the vegan vampire
Wishing to raise his consciousness higher
He prefers lentils
Over eating entrails
As they stop his passions from catching fire.
Highland bull arrived on our doorstep in time for Halloween
His hair was all curly, his eyes had an all-knowing sheen
He asked to speak to the witch’s autumn queen
We knew he meant Miss Minnie, she is not at all mean.
Minnie came by and did some talking with Highland bull.
They rode around on the farm and instigated a taffy pull
We had a lovely bonfire, when the party began to lull
The festivities were marvelous, they were never dull.
You’re not ready.
Rejected by false validations,
a path already set in motion.
An addiction must be dealt with.
Defeat, burn, and bury.
Kill this version of your portrait.
Half of this path, you’ve walked.
Now, you must crawl.
Scratch, claw, tear your way to the finish line.
We’ve come too far to turn back.
Your only choice is surrender, or death.
You’re getting in my way.
If you want to destroy the demon,
you don’t need to kill it.
You just need to kill what it loves.
Beware of charcoal cheats creeps and liars
Slippery sloape speech of energy vampires
They do not mean well
With green envy they swell
Back handed compliments
Full of red fire from hell
Protect yourself stay prayed up
Broken spells defeat with love
Not that you have to be weak and meek
But like an arch angel bring it with speech
No need to try to win them over at all
God has your back He won’t let you fall
But dear heart you must recognize
Fraudulent “friends” who envy your light
Keep on persevering shine on
No need in fearing sing your song
Blind them with the goodness of God
Pray He slays or saves dear heart
In Castle Ravenloft he waits, a shadow crowned in mourning,
a king forged not by mercy, but by the cold precision of fate.
The moon hangs low at his command, pale as a forgotten vow,
and every star retreats, afraid to witness what he has become.
Once a man of valor, his heartbeat carried songs of triumph;
now it echoes like a hollow drum, remembering battles long dead.
Love, the wound he could not heal, carved deeper than any blade,
and in the silence, even his immortality trembles with regret.
Barovia kneels beneath his will, though none dare call it loyalty
fear is the soil in which he plants his eternal dominion.
Yet in rare moments, when the torches flicker and curtains sigh,
he touches the ghost of who he was… and grieves in secret.
For the curse that grants him endless night demands a greater price:
to hunger for what he once protected, to destroy what he once adored.
He is both sovereign and prisoner, ruler and ruin,
Count Strahd von Zarovich the immortal tragedy carved from midnight.
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Your black carriage moves through perpetual gloom~
Ravenloft’s castle sits, perched atop Barovia’s bone-white crags,
its spine hunched over fog-choked valleys.
You sit alone in Ravenloft, tracing chess moves on dusty marble,
fingertips lingering where Tatyana’s pawn once stood~
writing names in your ledger, the ink brown as blood.
You are a silhouette of despair, swirling brandy in your amber-hued snifter~
the moonlight bruising your study’s velvet drapery,
the centuries calcifying the ache behind your ribs.
Your shadow clings to the castle walls long after candles sputter~
haunting notes of an unseen organ drift through the night,
calling lost souls to your eternal embrace.
You stalk the hunt that cannot feed~immortal thirst, forever starved.
Yet you smile and pour yourself another century.
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