A sestina poem about vampires… or at least a poorly constructed first attempt!

In the forest, beneath the tree’s shadow

A lost young girl snuggles into the dark

Embracing the cold she pulls her cloak on

Hypnotized by the tall handsome vampire

His hungry eyes lingering at the mark

burnt onto her skin when she met her doom.

 

Many nights have passed since he met his doom

His twisted wicked past leaves a shadow.

Etched into his soul, an eternal mark,

A reminder of days before the dark.

A child of the night he is a vampire

He doesn’t sleep, he is always turned on.

 

There is no blame, no one to put it on.

The morning light will always be their doom.

Blood bonds them, united as vampires

Roaming the night, living in the shadow

Guided by the moon, dancing in the dark

Children of the night, evil has left its mark.

 

Time has a habit of growing that mark

The moonlight is all they can depend on

Paving their fate as creatures of the dark

Haunted by the memories of their doom

Their mortal selves dead in the shadows

Their souls succumb to the kings of vampires.

 

Lessons are learnt from her master vampire

She ventures through the night to make her mark

performing her dance in the forest shadow

with only her charm and wits to rely on

she brings the next mortal to their doom

as eternal beings of the shadows.

 

A mark is left when we fall to the dark

Our inner vampire takes nightmares to build on

Here we meet our doom and succumb to the shadows.

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