The Makeover

BLOOD LUST 06/25/2013 What sinister secrets lurk within my mind, What raging storms grip my heart, What malicious maelstroms swirl in my eyes, What demonic forces torment my soul... You don't wanna know! It will only entice you in its dreadful dragnet And drag you through an undead necropolis. I thirst for the blood And subsist on the life essence of living creatures Prowling relentlessly in the shadows of the moonlit nights Awaiting my next meal. CROSS your heart when you see me, CROSS your heart NOW when you read this, For I can feel you breathe Sense your pounding heart Smell the sweat of your fear - So I said so in truth, So you have been forewarned! * * * * LUSTING FOR BLOOD 08/06/2014 (Revised) What secrets lurk in my mind, What forces torment my soul? Secrets of some sinister kind, Forces of evil eyes, black as coal. I can sense your pounding heart And smell the sweat of your fear, Lo! I say so in truth from the start So you are forewarned, be clear. I thirst for blood - warm and red, And a virgin's heart I wildly desire, If you read any further you'll be led down a path to the pit of fiery fire. I cast diabolical spells with words to lure you into a satanic ritual, I use no knives, arrows or swords, It's purely carnal and not spiritual. Do not read this poem twice, It will trigger invocation to a spirit, And turn your warm blood into ice And let me your soul to inherit! "The Makeover" contest by Roy Jerden