)Trapped in the dead of night,
Nothing left but the sounds of fright,
the beat of a heart pounding in her ear,
And thick wisps of black shining hair.
The trickle of blood as lips slowly caress,
The teeth of a man on the neck of a temptress,
Her squeals are of pain but also delight,
As her eyes slide shut waiting for dawns early night.
She never awoke and in her death,
Spent no time with the man,
Who wished he could,
And found life too bland,
The stake to his heart was the mark on his life,
The coffin for the girl which ended her strife.
Please do slate my poem, I want to be able to check it through without issue.
- The idea of the poem has changed to: The feeding of a vampire and regret that he did.
- The spelling and punctuation has been improved.
- The death of the vampire has turned to suicide and the girl has died from the feeding.
- The length and sentence structure has been improved and I have added more rhyme.
Correction advice received from Kyllorac.
