This poem was the result of some sudden boost of inspiration. I barely write, and I'm no expert. I hope you enjoy.
Two vampires; tired of solitude
Don't want to feed; don't want to move
Each had no one in forever
And they'd never experienced sonder
Two vampires; they meet on an endeavour
Struck be each other's beauty
They soon deemed the other their saviour
And their union cured their ennui
Two vampires; drunk with love and liquor
Curtains drawn, on the floor
They slowly describe each other
As they can't glance at a mirror
Two vampires; fighting an enemy
The Big Bad Wolf accuses
After all, they did cross territory
And now the team of vampires loses
Two vampires; they are two no more
There is one, but he is not whole
For what the wolf robbed him off
Was his core
One vampire; driven by his vengeance
Tears the throat of anyone he seizes
His bloodthirst, his lust
Causes controversy
He looks for ways to sacrifice
To rid himself of his lonely life
Only to find no definite way
So he drives himself insane
Ravage, raucous, ruined
He mourns his beloved
He provokes the Big Bad Wolf
And submits himself to annihilation
-----xxx-----
Please don't plagiarise!
