A Vampire Free Verse for the Next Generation

He waves his flag until the dawn,

A night of gathering

Of nocturnal souls

Spirits of old

Hunters of the night.

We danced and loved

Watched the storm

The reflection of the moon

High hopes

And desires fulfilled.

Wave your flag

Proudly with love

And pass it on

To the next generation

Of the night.

Why there is poetry on this blog? A need and a desire that we all share for expression, beauty and wine for our souls. A need you dare not admit. For links to more (and much better poetry) CLICK HERE.