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AlexanderPoetry Junior Member
since 2006-07-31
Posts 30 |
HALLOWEEN HUNTING HALLOWEEN HUNTING Once again above the ground, I venture far and wide, Searching out new victims for this craving deep inside. Unlike days in times gone by, I rarely have the need, But once a year I lavishly look forward to my feed. The vibrant taste of human blood, flowing fresh and pure, Somehow more alluring than it was the year before. Bracingly, I stroll along, no need to sneak or hide. For there's a house on every street with one of me inside. Countless people revel on from darkness through till dawn, In costumes more outrageous than I ever could have worn. How apt that I should mix with them, my motives far from clear, A bloodlust feeding frenzy filled with fantasy and fear. Soon they come upon a driveway, music can be heard, I wrap my cloak around my head not uttering a word. No need to tap on window panes, or steely stares to show, Give each and all a toothy grin, and through the door I go. Crowds of people fill the floor, the party at it's peak, Nonchalantly walking through, my quarry I do seek. My taste in women through the years, of many I have kissed, Beauty bound with innocence, a choice hard to resist. Yet ladies true are something that these days are hard to find, Those virgin tears, my golden years, I sadly leave behind. With older bodies, younger minds, it's really hard to see, If whom I've captured in my arms is twice as old as me. Plastic faces, tummy tucks, and even brand new hips, Painted smiles revealed to me from bloated botox lips. Suddenly across the room, I see my wanted prize, A bloody mary in my hand, I look into her eyes. I make my way towards her, not once lowering my gaze, Pleadingly she looks to me, her bedroom eyes ablaze. Reaching out my arms to her, I grasp her unawares, Lovingly I whisper, as I walk her to the stairs, Finally behind a door, I find a darkened room, Yellow beams through open curtains penetrate the gloom. Faintingly surrendering, towards me she does swoon, Eagerly I move to kiss her, 'neath the glaring moon. I trace my tongue around her neck, a nip she does then feel, Oh yes, don't look surprised my love, these teeth you see are real. Ravenously relishing, I quench this needed urge, Till once again into the room of frolic I emerge. I feel the crimson nectar, as my body it empowers, The night still long, my need is strong, the sunrise not for hours. Silently, I make my way back out onto the street, So many houses yet to try, so many guests to meet. Walking down the sidewalk, always hiding in plain sight, Long underground and coffin bound, I make amends tonight. This thirst to kill, more blood to spill. my quota not yet met, Maybe this years Halloween is one you won't forget.... Copyright.2010.Alexander. [This message has been edited by AlexanderPoetry (10-29-2010 03:26 AM).] |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Oh Alexander... I won't forget this one now! Wonderful! The meter seemed "perfect" to me, but I'm far from perfect in meter, so the better minds [and feet tappers] might not concur... but it was very good, and I enjoyed it very much. Just the thing to get me in the mood for the holiday! |
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katahdin Senior Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 1196ME. In the Shadow of the Mt. |
This was Great!!!Loved it! Kat >^..^< |
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