Poetry: The Boy Who Loathed The Sun

Here is the Masterpost

This is part of my poery that I submitted to the Re:Verse poetry magazine ,now called Young Poets. It's actually one of my personal favorites. :) Enjoy!

Dr. Fritz, the boy who loathed the Sun

A Poem by Suzanne Helen James

On a bright and sunny day,

I believe we’re still in May...

Little boys and girls are outside playing away.

The lads are pushing, tumbling and gallivanting,

The lasses are chatting, giggling and bickering.

But yet...not all the children are happy.

In fact, one child is wallowing in misery.

This boy is a special little one,

The bright outdoors aren’t his kind of fun.

He eats, drinks and broods in shadow,

As deviant thoughts gleam in his eyes of yellow.

“I shall come out when the sun is gone!!” He mutters.

Everyone was too scared to tell him otherwise, especially the teachers.

But the loneliness doesn’t phase him...

The boy’s ideals are far from a whim!

His first experiment? Catapult a flurry of rocks towards the bright sphere!

But...his aim isn’t good and they don’t really go anywhere.

Ghostly face grimacing,

The boy swears to carry on plotting!

Experiment number two? Alter the Earth’s rotation!

But this only works in movies, so this turns out to be fiction!

His fangs gritting together,

The boy promises never to surrender!

But then one day, the boy hatches his perfect plan...

Cackling , “This is even better than my idea with the giant fan!”

So on the last hour of that fateful day,

With a shot of his ray gun, the sky turned dark and grey.

Now it is always night and out comes the boy to shine!

Happy and hungry, he seeks us out to dine!

Sparkling pale skin, shiny fangs, he is not like you or me...

That scheming little brat is a vampire, you see!

So after you listen to this tragic story,

I implore you, take arms to regain our human glory!

We are in a war to win back our freedom,

And deliver ourselves from the reign of the Vampire Kingdom!

It has been too long since the last known sun,

When I had seen our own children having fun.

To those who live on after me,

Let us fight for a bright, sunny eternity...!

Caught in a sleepy trap,

Damien was then awakened by the teacher’s slap.

As punishment, she gave him more school later.

Though sleeping didn’t make detention easier...

What else was he to do, he was stuck here all summer!