Sunday, January 4, 2009

An Unholy Union (vampyre poem #6)

he saw the barmaid across the room,
laughing and flirting with a customer.
her curvaceous body, lilting voice, and onyx curls
captivated his interest and stirred his hunger.
too long alone in the world,
he decided to take her as his bride…
to pass on his curse as a gift and
live out their immortality
together.

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