The Tale of Edward Krombie (A Halloween Sonnet Sunday)
Gaze upon the full moon burning in the sky The time of innocence is about to die Never again to beg for the meager alms Forsaking the life I knew, I have no qualms Several years have passed since I had my notion Ingesting all the witch's opaque potion I didn't think she was a necromantic Ever since that day, my life’s been fantastic Overwhelming hunger insatiable The need to feed completely inscrutable Sweet flesh calls to every fiber of my soul A tantalizing scent makes me lose control To the living, I express my lurid hate Yearning to be the deliverer of their fate Once the sentence has been passed, there’s no escape Your precious life ends without any red tape Keep telling yourself it’s nothing but a dream Slowly, your eyes turn to the color of cream This tragic ending, only they’re to blame With the light extinguished, we’ll be the same Their flesh calls to me, and I must devour Create what will be known as their darkest hour With each bite, the infection’s spreading fast...