Haunted Verses - Paranormal Poems

The Minion

I sit here, in this mansion,

As the night calls out to me,

The deep pooling darkness surrounds me,

Burns new scars into my skin,

And fills me with the sweet fear of the unknown.

What have I become? A monster?

Something beyond? I fear to agree.

But the night whispers in my ears,

The darkness lingers in my eyes,

Fear rolls of me in waves,

And I can see it?!

I can feel the pinch of my fangs,

I can hear as my blood burns my veins,

Enticing, demanding, unstopping.

I have to, don't I? There is no choice,

Either I kill, or I die,

Why must the life of an unknown mortal,

Be held against mine? An immortal!

The hunger is too great, burning up my blood,

The fear is too great to walk into the dawn,

The lust for my life is too real, far beyond the lives I will take,

I am what I am, what I have been made,

I am the Undead, the cursed offspring of the Dracul.