Vampire Poem of the Month

It’s no surprise that we walk in the new year with vampires, paying tribute to what many consider the rulers of the paranormal realm.

Many members of the Ghoul Family are fans of these immortal beings due to their abilities and the lore that surrounds them. They are sturdy yet mysterious creatures doing many wonders if there is more to their story etch in legend.

For some people, their first introduction to the creature is from the novel Dracula written by Bram Stoker.

Bram Stoker Dracula novel
Bram Stoker Dracula novel

Others are captivated by the grand specular of their powers used on their prey presented in paranormal television shows, films, and other novels either inspired by Bram Stoker’s universe or the broad history surrounding the nocturnal beings.


The intoxicating aroma
of mortal blood
awakens animated corpses
from eternal slumber.
Their life support extended
by each drop of crimson blood
torn from the throats from each mortal
that falls victim to their hypotonic gaze.

In Review

This poem focuses on what we know about vampires regarding their hunger and thirst for human blood. Drinking human plasma gives vampires their strength and keeps them alive.

Blood consumes their thoughts knowing that the ruby liquid is the only thing keeping them from dying a second time. Vampires are highly intelligent beings of the paranormal society, yet their weakness is the overwhelming thought of their next meal.

Vampire Love

Many fans of vampires question their abilities wondering what the extent of their potential is. In movies, television shows, and novels vampires can be depicted as vicious monsters ruthlessly feeding on humans, or sophistical members of society are effortlessly blending in the world around them.


In pop-culture, vampires represent strength and think of humans as an inferior specie. An excellent example of this representation is in the series Hotel Transylvania or Monster High and the endless animes about vampires, but a favorite of mine is Black Blood Brothers or Hellsing.

Now, shush, I’m trying to read.

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