Disclaimer – I don’t own Spike, Angelus or any of the other characters, “although I wish I did” but I don’t, they all belong to Joss Weldon. Don’t worry it’s PG.

Authors Note – It’s just a short demented, screwed up version of one of William Wordsworth poems, told by Angelus or Spike I guess.

Special Thanx – Special thanks to Fire_Star6, she loves reading poetry but hates writing it, so probably most of the poems you read will be by me.

 

 

     A Vampires Lunch

                                                   By; DemonCat3

 

 

I prowl the streets prepared to stalk,

Among the shadows in the night,

The stupid mortals wander like a flock,

Won’t I give them such a fright.

 

As featherbrained as a lamb,

They screamed and clung together,

Delight and hunger in me swam,

Their arteries I prepared to sever.

 

And though they did not fight and whine,

But simply cowered and stared at me,

My yellow eyes could not help but shine,

For their fear made the blood sweeter you see.

 

And so my fangs I bared,

Then slaughtered and drank the whole sweet pack,

Not that I truly cared,

But a slight bit of flavor these mortals did lack.

 

Now back to my lair and into bed I go,

In a pleased and tiered mood,

 The sun is beginning to rise I know,

As I sleep and dream of my favorite food.