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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Once upon a time I had a name, a faceless woman of no great fame ———— I hunt the night to shadows bend, its in the Grey my searching ends Scoping the cattle sorting the weak, A brightness of aura Is what I seek Young and lithe stalking the ground, I see my meal has just been found Alighting to earth I straighten my dress, licking my fingers does the ‘mascara’ test Slinking out into the light, trans-morphing beauty now within his sight Bewitching his mind with lustful thoughts, he’s weaving this way my meals been brought Leading him to a quiet nook, I’m making the way for moving my rook Sweating I see his lust is at peak, my meals been warmed blue veins I seek Slipping my hands though his hair, staring through eye’s that show no care My hungers at peak thus cannot control, a face in his neck wanting this feast whole Pressing my mouth in the dew of his skin, unsheathing teeth they slowly slide in Taking him into another realm, draining his life is no hard sell A rapture of blood flows in my veins, drifting me through the higher plains Then resting his head on a waistcoat torn, I straighten myself in blood I’m adorned I Stride away Electrified by night, Thinking I’d like A desert to delight ———— My name is death I’m cursed to prey, knowing I’ll never see sight of the day
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