BLack SouL

BLacK SouL A fair skin creature

with a dark black soul

she possessed the black powers of the night

An evil power out of control

she morphed into a she devil vamp

in pale moonlight




fangs pointed and perfectly white

dripping with blood from dead cold breath

polished tin eyes glowing bright

with fixed stare like a vexed viper

gauranteed torture

and your death



her soul blacker than the pits of hell

her heart chisseled of cold chilled stone

sprawling sharp nails crimson red

hanging flesh

from gray ashen hands

of blood marrow bone



satan's black slave a dog on the prowl

seeking blood, death and destruction

inhabiting the sad black earth

in bloodfest fashion

savoring her prey

carrying out her black soul curse

Reviews

[TamiViolet]

I have always wondered what it would be like to be that woman in the pale moonlight, Fran Marie, and you bring the fantasy to life with such clarity... The description is remarkable as you set a tone of the bleak at heart...

Thanks for the ride, my friend...highly exciting to the senses...

[Vitcky Walker]

Impressive and dramatic......

[Vicky Zhuang Yi-Yin]

Wow! This was one excellent poem about a demon, particularly a vampire. great job! Fantasy and poetry, an excellent choice.
Keep writing!
-Yin

[Robin]

how am I supposed to sleep after that ....

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

vivid~ wicked eerie tale in such picturesque detail it flips sensate into the reader's mind~ you bring her so alive one can almost catch her deep night musky scent~

[Poetic Beauty]

The description of the she vamp in this poem is great. The ugliness within is described contrasting to her outside beauty. The flow was done nicely. I have a fascination with vampires so this poem is really of interest to me.

[Sean M. Addams]

awesome piece ... kind told like a campfire tale ... great imagery and detail in this and lovre the title ..overall I thought you did great on this dark piece..you did an amazing job on this:)

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I love the vamp tale; eerily told!