The Lovers
Down the road is a place,
of a graveyard with vined-up gates
As two lovers, they stand and wait,
to bring others to their fate
His domination, chained by his side,
yearning to unleash what they hide
Bound together amongst their rot,
bodies entwined in a knot
Gruesome acts, which they commit
no one escapes their deadly grip
While he feasts on human flesh,
she grins and drinks from their neck
They come together in the night,
damnation for all, before daylight
Copyright © Hazel Vitatoe | Year Posted 2017
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