Night Terrors
Sleeping lost in night- times dreams, of wondrous love and passionate things, she lies
Naked beneath the satin sheet, smile on her face, in a deep, deep Sleep.
The full moon shines through window frame, as reflections dance off glass smudged Stains,
All is calm as slumber reigns, at least until the demon came.
The window opened with a crash, the curtains full force opened back, at the foot of her
Bed the Spirit stood, his eyes a scarlet red of virgins blood,
She awakened with a shock, as the satin sheet was thrown clean off, with terror in her
Voice she said, "who are you standing at my bed"?
The Spirit wanted more than fright, he wanted sexual delights, a twisted grin upon his
Face, nothing more satisfying than a virgin's taste,
With just a flick of the demons wrist ,the girl was not escaping this, her body pinned
Upon the sheet, as face to face the two came to meet,
His weight pressed against her delicate frame, as he raped this virgin, again and again,
His breath so foul, his evil stench, overpowering for this virgin wench,scratches tore
Upon her thighs, her vision transfixed on the demon's eyes,
A wave of nothingness upon her flood, as the demon then drank from her blood, her Cries
for mercy went unheard, as the demon raped her without a word.
His fingernails as sharp as claws, blood splatter stains hit the walls, her pallor now a
Deathly white, her battle lost to keep her life,
Contented by his recent thrill, his thirst quenched by this virgin kill, the demon rose
Above the bed, admiring how she looked good dead,
With her juices still upon his tongue, he licked his lips, and then was gone.
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