In Death Kiss a vampire poem,I told you of the merging of two lovers.
There name's are Vallery and Anthony.
In a world of darkness a miracle occurred.
They created a child.
Impossible you say? Not in my fantasy.
What kind of "vampire" will Grace be? Will she be different? Will she be able to walk in the light? Will she be able to bear children? These are some questions the council wishes to know.
Time will tell.
Perhaps in my next poem we shall know.
I don't even know.
Nothing is what you expect.
I color outside the lines so to speak.
In a supernatural world there are no rules.
And Grace is not your everyday vampire.
But on this day in the underworld is born a miracle.
GRACE, A Miracle in Hell Vallery, the name her mother called her Echoed through her head.
Faces past, eons ago, a murmur Before she was dead.
She wants to know what trick of God this is.
It's impossible! Her belly moves.
This baby hers and his.
No time to quibble.
The congregation gathers 'round the bed To be a witness To the miracle of birth.
First comes the head.
Clean exit, bloodless Lighting up the darkness like sunshine.
A miracle in Hell.
The beauty of this Angle! Form a line.
She begins to wail.
Her light is almost blinding, cheeks so red, Perfect little face.
Anthony cries his dry tears then he said, "We'll call this child Grace.
" Debra K.
McKee Copyright 2008-2009 ©Debra K.
McKee
There name's are Vallery and Anthony.
In a world of darkness a miracle occurred.
They created a child.
Impossible you say? Not in my fantasy.
What kind of "vampire" will Grace be? Will she be different? Will she be able to walk in the light? Will she be able to bear children? These are some questions the council wishes to know.
Time will tell.
Perhaps in my next poem we shall know.
I don't even know.
Nothing is what you expect.
I color outside the lines so to speak.
In a supernatural world there are no rules.
And Grace is not your everyday vampire.
But on this day in the underworld is born a miracle.
GRACE, A Miracle in Hell Vallery, the name her mother called her Echoed through her head.
Faces past, eons ago, a murmur Before she was dead.
She wants to know what trick of God this is.
It's impossible! Her belly moves.
This baby hers and his.
No time to quibble.
The congregation gathers 'round the bed To be a witness To the miracle of birth.
First comes the head.
Clean exit, bloodless Lighting up the darkness like sunshine.
A miracle in Hell.
The beauty of this Angle! Form a line.
She begins to wail.
Her light is almost blinding, cheeks so red, Perfect little face.
Anthony cries his dry tears then he said, "We'll call this child Grace.
" Debra K.
McKee Copyright 2008-2009 ©Debra K.
McKee