Vampire Girl

                     At first she simply seemed to be

                  A beautiful girl attracted to me

                  I did not realize her thirst;

                  She wants my blood, my life, my soul,

                  The dread infection passed through teeth

                  That grin and gleam and glint with death.

                  She promises, with sex and lust,

                  Those things her body can't provide;

                  She needs my life just to survive -

                  A Vampire, desperate, female, on the loose,

                  Her body slim and lithe, she moves with grace;

                  Her beauty an illusion, a mask upon her face

                  Her lips so red, so pale her skin,

                  Her eyes so dead, and darkly rimmed,

                  She smiles and beckons with her mind,

                  Anticipates the feed; like all her kind,

                  She looks so young and yet so very old -

                  Her lips and body move, but oh, so cold

                  She makes the noises that she knows I want to hear,

                  Until the time that she can make her thrust

                  And drain me of my life; until then she must

                  Smile and squirm, and make me trust.                    

                  Under her spell, no-one can be sure

                  That Death awaits - until she bites, the blood to draw.

                  And then her tongue laps at the liquid life

                  And then that life flows, in a painful,

                  Ecstatic and orgasmic flood,

                  As the evil female creature

                  Becomes engorged with blood -

                  My Blood!

                  Her warm, moist breath, it seems, smells sweet,

                  But all around me dims

                  As her dark eyes grow bright;   

                  She becomes more powerful, feral now;   

                  The archetypal Creature of the Night -

                  My soul begins retreating from the Light.

                          My strength into her girlish body goes,

                          Her strength, becoming ghoulish, grows,

                          As she holds me, gripped between her jaws

  And sucks and laps and feeds

  With her black tongue

  At my neck, through two small holes.

 

Her fingers, stronger now, (her claws are black),

Holds me up as my body grows so slack

I feel my shoulder crumble as she grips

Unnaturally strong - as my strength ebbs and slips away

Her talons, growing longer, stronger, penetrate my skin.

I feel my life departing, giving in.

 

Is this growing darkness Death, or just the night?

Why are her crimson eyes glowing now so bright?

Her icy, foetid breath shrieks in my face,

The dark, brown blood decaying on her teeth,

And her perfume, all this while so sweet,

Becomes the stink of Death as I admit - defeat.

 

 

 

23 March 2008

                                  

All written material and artwork Copyright © Hannington Flair 2008