witches spells and werewolf dolls
created the resurrection ball –
but Nosferatu stood outside
an outcast – once again alone
hunted-haunted by blind heartbreak
thinking of his awful end
being neither dead nor alive
“better t’were a scorpion’s bite”
whispered Queen Grimhilde in his ear
“than a vampire bat my friend”.
© G.s.k. ‘15
This post was written using the wordle from The Sunday Whirl # 207
Oh my, isn’t this grand!!
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lol a fairy tale for vampires 😉
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Much more palatable than what little vampire fiction I’ve read.
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LOL …
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As you can tell, I’m just not into the whole vampire popularity. More nightmares, I don’t need!
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Nor I actually .. that’s where the wordle took me.
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I love that about our creative minds–we don’t have to be “into” something, to be able to do a poem, I’ve found.
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Nosferatu! [*Bad* Shudder…!]
Never trust those sneaky vampires. Well done!
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Poor guy .. had to listen to Queen Grimhilde whispers …
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Gah!
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LOL …
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