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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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 attire abreathing smoke, her body hot as fire, and on the back streets, 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 laid each steed down to the catacomb where all unloved, and all forgotten go to die. An early snow, each flake foretelling 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 laid she in the wait, until someone was near then caught his eye before his anxious mind could fear, and said she, if he laid 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. and so 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
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