Blood Moon

by Naomi L. | October 16, 2015 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry | 4 comments

When the moon appears,
Demons rise to claim the night.
I could not escape.

It took just one bite
To transform me into this
Blood-thirsty creature.

I long for the days
When I used to be human.
Now I’m a monster.

Every night, I drink
The blood of innocent souls.
An eternal curse.

So heed this warning:
Vampires lurk in the shadows.
Beware the blood moon.