Late in the night
They roam the streets
Shunned by those that roam during the day
They are forced to live in secrecy
Blamed for who they are
Yet they have no choice in the matter
One dreaded morning
As they lay asleep in their coffins
The townsfolk with their pitchforks
Left them a clear warning
Their formerly beautiful home now in disarray
They vowed to have their revenge
They set out at night and not one person was spared
All that participated payed the ultimate price
A hundred years later the couple still celebrate their victory
Dancing on the graves of their enemies
Skin glowing in the moonlight, sharp fangs and red eyes
The townsfolk still call them monsters but they believe otherwise
About “Late In The Night”:
Late In The Night is a response to fellow blogger, Kevin’s, No Theme Thursday prompt post for this week. The images used were created by him for NTT. Do check out his post for more prompts.
The poem was inspired by Kevin’s images. As soon as I saw them, the poem just hit me and I knew these images would work well together. I haven’t done a poetry post or a NTT response post in so long so this was really fun to do. And I’ve always been fascinated by anything to do with vampires so this was fun to write.
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