Vampire Poetry Monday- Vampiric Fluff by Rhonda Parrish

Today I have a vampire poem by Rhonda Parrish, who will also be our guest blogger tomorrow. She'll be here talking about her short story "Sister Margaret" available through Eternal Press.

Vampiric Fluff

By Rhonda Parrish

It was a dark and stormy night
when Dracula came for a bite.
In clothes of black, all lined with red
he stalked his prey, and left them dead.

His teeth grew long before my eyes,
and shock, it left me paralyzed.
"I vant to suck your blood," said he.
"You'll be mine for eternity."

"Oh no you don't," I shook my head.
"No way you're getting me in bed --
I may be kinky, but you see,
we share the same dark fam'ly tree."

Then I smiled, and showed a fang
he frowned and started to harangue.
He ranted -- mad at being tricked,
as though it's my fault he's so thick.

I thought my coffin was a clue,
or that my eyes are black, not blue.
I guess it shows that blind desire
can often have results quite dire.

'Twas lucky that I was awake
to stop him 'fore he did partake.
For who could guess at the effect
if vampire drink from vampire neck?