They'll pity you, or, think you're a bad a**,
as they sheathe you, roughly, embodiment
of your presence, thus the Witches' Hair typecasts,
in essence, the strangleweed, acts like ground rent,
nature's parasite plant, sheath-like its host.
The trade-off, lacking chlorophylls, futures
sustained through these vampirish nuts and bolts.
Nature poised, parasite and host, assures
time without end for both species, whereto,
if one becomes an aggressor in the
course, whereby the other put a stop to,
shortsightedly, puts an end to theirs -- huh?
Witches Hair, combs sites for host aplenty,
as strangleweeds ghost life manifestly.
Categories:
vampirish, allusion, analogy, appreciation, growth,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
Upstairs in the attic loud and louder creaks were heard
Weird moaning pierced the silence from the basement below
Floating past the window a phantom had us all scared
While in the graveyard vampirish bats did flit and glow
Overhead the moon pale and large shed its spectral light
As skeletons did from their tombs and slumbers arise
Just another Halloween night of terrors and of fright
Where the cackling witch flew off with her human sacrifice
Categories:
vampirish, horror,
Form: Rhyme
The candles lit in starry night moon tryst
Upon the skyline tabletop tonight.
The wolfish howl bids dusk a lusty kiss.
The eyes aurora borealis green.
The tangerine and blackened bat duet —
The blend surrenders to the sinking ship.
Their heart, the moon, does slowly dress for bed.
The harbinger ignored with full gown worn —
A curtain drawn until the death of night.
The vampirish wings creak first up then down.
Old owls in whisper talk and turn their heads.
The vesper bells throw dark bouquet — a shroud.
A clandestine resound, of lover’s nest,
Is pinned into the faithless din of silk.
7/18/2018
Pinet’s Dusk Or Dawn Poetry Contest
14 lines
Categories:
vampirish, night,
Form: Blank verse