Vampire Sonnets Xxi Strength of Intellect
It was such a fight I did not expect,
she didn’t know the strength of intellect;
Fable was bent on controlling my mind
there’s no way that was how I was designed;
Every dark thought with intention to pelt
I began to push like she’d never felt;
Surely she would know by the return force
if this continues I’d attack the source;
The thirst inside belonged only to me
it’s a good idea to leave it be;
I was still a bit of an amateur
but I knew that she was on Decatur;
I’d find her before any time had passed;
Try it one more time it will be the last.
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