Vampire, of Its Hellish Temper All But the Devil Was Afraid

Vampire, Of Its Hellish Temper All But The Devil Was Afraid (Part One) Its dark powers were off the black wickedness charts It ended thousands with its uncharted powers Unworldly hungry, appetite for eating hearts Risen from Satan's darken highest of towers. Gallons and gallons blood, its every new meal It seeks purely innocent to torture or drain Anger, hatred emotions it happily feels Ripping and shredding watching as spilled blood stains. Yes, it a dark vampire so unlike any other Ungodly and ravenous its coldhearted thirsts But with a devil's mark, a werewolf his mother Devil sworn he was the only, the last, the first. With its four inch bloody claws and razor-sharp teeth Born with Herculean strength, deep evil powers Hades most evil powers rest so far beneath Rose on hellish dawns took dear blood-soaked showers. Always held hell-born thoughts within its hate-filled chest Master of the Hell's thirteenth angel's poison seal No black-demons dare his evil abilities test Ever anxious for sweet new blood, that thrill kill. Even the old gods dared not cross his dark path Its hot, hellacious temper over a mile deep No man nor other beast could defeat its black-wrath Only away from shining angels did it ever creep! Robert J. Lindley, Dark poetry July 11th, 1973, edited today....... Part One Note: ("And even the very bravest of heroes, approached it with direst of trepidations") 2nd Note, 9-22-2023 This is not for any contest.