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Picture Credits:
for Takai
Full moon midnight, the moors are still,
A shadow blocks yon ancient moon.
With soft whisper of eerie wing
You feel a dreaded touch behind
Hell's own cold lips press to your neck,
The vampire has you in his clutch.
His clawed hands are cold, breath like ice,
Ancient blood lust is upon him,
Evil, glowing eyes, monster red,
Caught fast, he holds you hungry tight
Lips part on alabaster neck,
Tongue explores your wildly beating,
Pulsing vein, breathing--ragged gasps.
Sudden pressure, hurts fiercely sharp,
His sinking needle fangs drive deep,
Deep to your holy soul, life's vein.
Your soul surrenders unto him,
Cape of black and red circles both,
Moaning, his Ecstasy is yours.
Your life's blood, thick and rich, pumps red,
Shares burning passion, evil dread.
Until, at last, he picks you up,
Unconscious now, full spent of blood,
Bereft of Holy love and soul.
He lays you in your maiden's bed,
Awaits your Awakening Made
Become night's creature and as him--
Partnered love to his reign of souls
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