Sonnet Sunday’s: Here or There

I sit here alone on this melancholy night

Waiting patiently for my clock to strike midnight

Jasmine incense and burning candles light my room

All the while, my morbid heart is filled with her gloom

I have been this way for the past three hundred years

My wife is gone, and I hold back my vampire tears

Please don’t get me wrong, for I love what I am

Two nights hence her death, and now I don’t give a damn

Maybe my fate would be if I walked in the sun

Perhaps I should go out for some vampiric fun

Dark thoughts of the sweet crimson running down my throat

Hold on one second, let me grab my black trench coat

Flying up high, I’m searching the city streets

Don’t care if they’re sober or to the wind two sheets

Ponder if I should continue my existence

The search for living blood is still my persistence

By a stroke of luck, I find the man of the hour

So quickly I descend so I can devour

His bronzed skin is so perfect that my fangs must pierce

Taking out a clump of flesh, my eyes look so fierce

In the rapture, I forget about my woman

Guzzling my treat, he now knows I’m inhuman

Having my fill, his body falls to the cold ground

I’ll continue to live and don’t care if he’s found