He didn't utilize stake in the chest ...
I didn't wear onion collars,
no cross, holy water,
no prayers ...
His method was further effectual ...
It was deadly and definitive:
It used the flame. of a candle
that even burned his fingers ...!
It came from under the vampire
mosquito, full of blood, and
burned it on the wall ...
Fatal, fatal .. the vampires died,
The sucking vampires
Burnt burnt... !
Hunter of duskfall prowls with sensation
The craving of thirst awakens mortal lure
Enchanted by taste of flesh, a night’s potion
His shadow rises upon needs impure.
Enticing one prey, he offers sinful blessing
To consume blood’s feast, the sweetness of nectar
Another creature now part of the Hunter’s ring;
Both enshrined by moonlight’s conniving star.
Consumed by earthy hunger, fangs devour
As seasons feed on eternity’s quest,
Not knowing the woman of morning hour
Or sunrise’s flavor, gently possessed.
He wanders again scouring for luscious bite
Transcending centuries gothic and old
Slow lament of own death, a rabid plight
Enough! His knifed heart spurts, his wish bestowed.
Poems From The Vampire Contest
by nette onclaud
Through the night skies,
they could hear the echos and cries,
the vampire hunter exchanged greetings with his Lord,
who was polite but stiff in his replies,
he didn’t envy his Lord,
his life less-human, and more vampire,
the vampire hunter was a tomb raider,
and his Lord was a vampire traitor,
as he fights against his own race,
he’s a vampire’s disgrace,
the hunter felt a twinge of sympathy,
he could see the emptiness in his Lord’s eyes,
he has no more vampire ties,
a traitor to his kind, hiding behind,
the darkness of lies.
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