Feast Of The Undead

I sit within the stink of decay

Never seeing the light of day

This is the life now led

I am one who now is undead



On fresh blood I must feed

Young woman, you must heed

Come to me, you can not fight

You succumb and feel my bite



I can taste your beauty as I dine

Your blood is like a fine wine

Your body and soul will belong to me

I share this curse, it is how it must be

 

copyright Chris Smith 2009