The Countess' red ablution runs immoral course,
in dark she transfers souls, to demons' places cursed
vampiral maid, behind the walls, her laws endorse
insatiate, immoral is her bloodbath thirst.
Chiropterans surround her deem, and crimson ooz,
an evildoer that the daylight abnegates,
with sculptured emblem that consists of five bear claws,
expends her victims when their flowing rate abates.
Defiled, cossets the simple mortals in her play
with hundreds of fake promises, in lustful mist,
a widow of relentless touch, apt to betray,
male and female of corteges, once kissed.
The sullied Countess addresses in bare contempt,
her mortal victims; blackened angel drifts
in frantic, detrimental passion and sins' tempt
advancing thirst to delactation shrifts.
She ravages upon the crimson brink of baths
as immortality befalls, effete mistress,
denunciating ethics laws in sinful paths,
deriding thus, wickedly at victims' stress.
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Contest Name: Poems from the Vampire!