Drusilla the Vamp
Drusilla the vamp
.Her name is Drusilla she's a creature of the night.
When she feeds it comes with one bite.
Beauty and long black hair and skin of white.
She thinks death is her rite.
In search for her prey was her deep,dark plan.
Russia is where she lives.
Her hunger for a hot blooded man.
His blood to her he gives.
She lays in a coffin until night time falls.
Been a vampire most of her life.
A castle where she lives she roams through the halls.
Her teeth long and white and cut like a knife.
Dark forest of trees she walkes without a sound.
Wearing a flowing white gown.
She lives in the dark but not in the ground.
You must have a cross if you live in her town.
A journey into the sun will turn her body to ash.
She only enter's if she's invited in.
After her death cut off her head with a slash.
Gender doesn't matter women or men.
Teresa Skyles August 28, 2011
Entered in Linda-Marie's"creatures of the night"contest
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