Vampires

Vampires

A Poem by Count Valandingham
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From my book," Fornicator of Horror". This book was written in honor of the old horror movies, actors, heroes, and villians. I always had a fasination with scary movies.

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The walking undead
stalking women’s beds
feeding their bloodlusts
in one orgasmic thrust

Obey the master
drain others faster
enslave the living
the loss misgivings

Cunning creatures bite
features in the night
a devil at hand
to point and command

The evil forces
smell blood that courses
through the vein of life
afraid of silver knives

Prevent such carnage
use Godly rage
plunge that wooden stake
that stops and quakes

Rise of the far sun
drives evil to run
to the chilly grave
hiding to behave

Silver crucifix
lowers any risks
from undying a wish
a vampires kiss

                              

           

© 2012 Count Valandingham


Author's Note

Count Valandingham
Come now, don't we not shiver from the cold? Don't we not shake from the fright? Be bold, for this may be your final night..

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Added on November 18, 2012
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