Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.
Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!
Today’s poem is a Vampire’s Tale
In the shadows she stands alone
Jealous of those on their way home.
Fingers ripping at her neck,
Slowly her blood drips down her white skin.
Longingly, she weaves her dreams but her hopes wear thin.
Her thoughts full of sin, watching those who who walk in the light.
She wants their bodies she craves their fright
She needs their blood she wants to devour them whole.
Here eyes searching for a victim to steal their soul.
To infect her victim with that to which there is no cure.
She watches him as he walks home from work, clean and pure.
The burning ache deep within her drives her to distraction.
She aches for him, she burns for him , she must take action.
Blood lust makes her bold and brazen she steps out of the shadows to attract him.
He moves towards her beguiled by her pale skin.
Excited by what he sees. Her body barely covered by her cape
Attracted by her jet black eyes not knowing she is fake.
His juices rising from deep within …a desperate need to sate.
Come, she whispers licking her lips
He slides his hands along her hips
She acts all soft and coy
Moving her body to his, he’s suddenly filled with joy.
He thinks she likes him, that he will have his way
Unsuspecting he follows her into the alleyway.
From human hustle and lights they move.
The danger lights should be flashing , the warnings he refuses to hear.
Too busy to notice her eyes change colour and her lips flush blood red.
She lets him slip inside of her. Lights explode in his head.
She lets him reach his highest delight , as her fangs sink in his neck
She sucks him dry and leaves him for dead.
