The Hunter

Pubs and clubs he scours
In the wee small hours
To use his seductive powers
On the maidens he devours
Then in the early hours
The maidens he deflowers  
Are left like wilting flowers
He then returns to gothic towers
Where he then showers
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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