Stone - Mademoiselle L'Vampyre
STONE - MADEMOISELLE L'VAMPYRE
From out of all the darkest nights we've ever known
her heart as black as all the sins that man has shown
she came in scantly fitted laced atire
abreathing smoke, her body hot as fire,
and on the backstreets, she could make her way alone.
She rode a hackneyed team from out the midnight sky
to Paris in the dark, unseen by any eye,
and when she let the Seine to be her home,
she layed each steed down to the catacomb
where all unloved, and all forgotten go to die.
An early snow, each flake fortelling winters' cold
played magic in the corner lights of days of old,
and as her shadow blended to the night
her evil eye searched out a soul who might
be craving body heat, more dearly than his gold.
There layed she in the wait, until someone was near
then caught his eye before his anxious mind could fear,
and said she, if he layed this night alone,
she'd warm his bed and melt his heart of stone
or if he'd say the word--she'd simply disappear.
He quick embraced her propositioning and said
if she should leave him now, he'd rather to be dead,
"and let us find my flat most hastily
for ours is love that simply has to be,"
and so she'd set her spell into his eager head.
that night she loved him well but left him there alone
much happier in death, than life had ever known,
the very first of blood from her first bite
since joining the undead, one hallowed night,
but she sucked him so dry it turned him into stone.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2017
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