at last.
i have you in my grasp.
no escape
from my dracula cape.
i'll suck the blood
so valiantly denied.
thirst satisfied,
with
a mournful sound
i cast you down
to the frozen ground
ripe with slaves
sleeping in their
bloodless graves.
(4-11-1978)
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