‘Her alliance with the night’

She summons darkness with just a touch. Her pale caress is ice divine. The enchanted moon becomes her lover. Evil, always upon her mind.

She rises from the soil at dusk. Cursed to roam the night alone. Death speaks in haunted whispers. Velvet is her seductive tone.

The coiled serpent seeks its prey. Lies plied, it's forked tongue slithers. Will this victim escape her clutches? No one knows when their flower withers.

Sapphire eyes lure you in, nothing you can do but bow to sin. Unholy hunger drains your life, temptation's mistress, Dracula's wife.

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About Bo Bandy

Just a creative soul trapped in a world of cookie-cutter pragmatism...
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One Response to ‘Her alliance with the night’

  1. Nanuq83 says:

    I’m not big into poetry, it’s just not a genre that has ever appealed to me however I liked this one. Secretly, for my entire life, I’ve always wished to be a vampire. Beautiful, faster than the human eye can see, stronger than any collection of man put together, smart, seductive, enchanting, careless of the concept of human limitations – could you imagine? If only. I’d be a superhero for those who find themselves in need of immediate help. A vampire is what I wish to be.

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