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We are the vamps! Over the river and through the woods on nights when the moon is new, we flutter and soar as we sniff the gore of a cow that no longer moos. Over the mountains and though the dales we fly and start to croon: we are the vamps coming to camp; we're ready to make you swoon. Over the cities and through the yards we fly on winds that smell of guts and breasts and sumptuous flesh that soon will fall under our spell. Over church towers and through the graves we spread our joy; we must! to snuff out the aches of the lives we take, that come dawn return to dust. Open your eyelids and stand up straight; we never feast on the dead; we like your blood in crimson floods; scream if you must instead. Over the river and through the woods where werewolves begin to howl, vultures scatter as if it matters to vamps that are on the prowl. © Kåre Enga [177.285] (29.november.2020) For:
Notes: 1. Start your poem with the same first line as the prompt poem. 2. Maintain the syllable count 9, 7, 10, 8 9, 6, 8, 7 9, 6, 9, 8 9, 6, 10, 7 9, 7, 8, 6 9, 7, 9, 7 3. Maintain the Rhyme Scheme of the prompt poem. xAxA 4, Put your own dark twist on the poem. Your version can be mysterious, dark, or horror. 5. This contest forum is rated 18+. Your entries can go as high as GC, but please no sexual assault, pedophilia, scat, or racism. 6. Entry must be submitted in 'bitem' or 'entry' format. 7. You may edit your poem after it's been submitted, but not after the deadline. |