Mounts of Madamoiselle L'Vampyre
THE MOUNTS OF MADAMOISELLE L'VAMPYRE
She smiles among the dead she's come to know
her holy grail, beneath Champs Elysees,
acknowledging no one can come or go
without her word, they never find their way.
All catacombs still dark, she waits alone,
lest one should count the dead--none having breath
they're locked in grips of wall of solid stone,
but loss is her's, not knowing, what is death.
She loves the dark, and lives to make her bite
into your artery, where life it stays,
she cares not anything, not day or night,
for jugular, 'tis but poetic phrase.
Her steeds and mounts are always bred to go
There in her Mews, where death they never know.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2017
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