Wednesday, 17 November 2010

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

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