A Taste For Blood
She lay in bed and heard a sudden sound,
And then a wicked face appeared;
The vampire peered into her darkened room;
Her heart was thumping as he leered.
Too scared to move, she cried and prayed for help,
And heard his scratching fingernails;
The fiendish creature meant to climb inside,
And wasn’t worried by her wails.
The window opened and she grabbed her cross,
But dropped it as she trembled so;
The grinning vampire leapt on to the bed;
The virgin had no place to go.
He took a bite and sighed, ‘She’s blood group O;
The A group is much tastier you know.’
For Russell’s Everything Halloween contest, 30th August
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