Yes, so there I was after watching Interview with the Vampire and I was in a very vampire mood. I then went and watched Twlight....However since you can't write anything to do with IwtV here on FF, I decided to place these random poems in a Twlight perspective.…. Yeah I know. Me writing poetry. But I had to get it out….
First Taste
First taste of blood,
Warm, delicious.
Like a dark red river, pouring down her throat.
Trickling down her chin,
Around her lips,
Staining her teeth.
The human shudders; moans yet
no notice is taken. She is thinking of one thing.
One thing only.
The raging thirst.
It burns within; calling out.
Her body cries for more.
She drinks whilst the human stills,
The rich red liquid elixir, needed to keep
her alive slowly drained. She stops only when there is none left.
However she recoils at the sight
of the drained person before her.
She did this? How could she?
The guilt consumes her, just as the bloodlust once did.
How could she live like this?
She cries.
Her tears mix with the now drying blood.
What was once pleasure now seems like torture.
The worse thing? She would have to do it again.
The body lies before her, the evidence of her crime.
She curses what she has become,
pushing the body away from her.
It would be the last time that she did.
Her life as a vampire had only just begun.
Yeah, so…. *shrugs* Um, review?