Long time ago when the transformation took place,
some remained animals, others became humans with a pretty face.
The children loved hearing the folk tale of that time,
which featured those unnatural creatures & their crime.
They hunt at night ,in the dark
when all sleep and the dogs bark.
The deathly silence is their time of day,
when the moon is bright and sky is grey.
They are bound to hide during the day,
as they shine like diamonds under sun’s ray.
The most beautiful species of divine,
who look like humans yet are canine.
With a face as fair as cream,
colour changing eyes without a dream.
Having lips as red as blood,
they are ferocious yet mysterious stud.
They are so fast and impossible to trace,,
were born with powers and an unnatural pace.
The dark red blood ,they love the most;
their activities are not less than that of a ghost.
Long after they took birth here,
and their intentions were clear.
Neither to do destruction nor to solve the mystery,
they came only to change their own history.
NOTE- This poem is about “vampires“ and I had written it 3 years ago. I was then obsessed with a book called
twilight which featured some vampires . And the folk tale begins from the 2nd stanza.