Fear the myth, fear the dreams, fear your understanding of I,
for what you think you know will only quicken your death
What you don't know I cannot reveal, for by doing so I release
upon myself the wrath of my god
I kiss the feet of my blackened rose that lye more powerful
than any conceivable evil, which eternally feeds my immortality,
for my gift to the blackened rose is the souls of those I drain
Fear me, for I, unlike you walk with little fear, I breech
the knight with raged intentions to forcefully rip the flesh from
the neck of those stupid enough to cross my path and my
insatiable hunger
Now of course I crave another, being a man of blood crossing,
that is the sensuous sexuality of a woman that before dawn I
will indulge then rip the very essence of her soul from her
Fear what I am, fear my hunger, fear my lure, for if you're caught
you'll never see another light of day
Fear the vampire, need I say more (?)
Pragmatic author A.K. Kuykendall hopes you have a great Halloween month. And in your spare time, please visit the site where 'truth reads through fiction' @ http://www.thewriterofbooks.com/
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