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The Hunting Vampire's Pool

Poetry By: Carlet la Lovecraft

A 16th Black Queen reaches our world. At the stake, she herself is hungry and a dreary fate makes her to hunting.

Submitted:Sep 15, 2008    Reads: 103    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

The Hunting Vampire's Pool

Tonight I'm as the hunter of the Greek Bitches

My chiseled eyes over the movements

Hoping that I get a vestal virgin in the Grand Central Station

And down with her to my hunting ground.

I want to deflower her with my teeth like a bald eagle's talons

I will suck her blood you might like to see it

Tearing these virginal nipples and opening leggy bridges

And tearing at last this white or black neck

And because I'm curious and hungry about the tears of pearls

Listening the hardened river behind the red hairs and I will call it a name:

I am the Vampire of the Metropolis but I am the Faust's Forbidden Queen

The bloody bastard I'm hoping it's going to work out that way.

And after the long night of loving and expressing my passion

Of course like a hymen I tossed it by telling her I do not need you anymore

I will move quietly underworld I belong to and in motion

I will wait more for the notable Moonlight of Death.


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