I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.

I long for the immortal

Feeling of fangs

Against flesh

Life everlasting

Death kept at bay.

Eternity is a long time

Many a pleasure to enjoy,

Sun would be a memory replaced

By the rising moon.

Prowling in the night

Without fear,

Hunting for blood or companionship,

This would be my heaven,

Eternal life as a vampire.

The never-ending cries

Lost souls in the dark,

Hearts that are still,

Eye’s that see all,

A beauty beyond compare!

© 2019 Wendy Engela