Le Vampyre - Poem by Della Perry
Ancient elms and oaks
Stood like hell in the darkness
That enveloped the earth.
No creature dared to stir
Candle light flickered aging shadows
Across a dead leaf carpet.
Swollen ivy draped in a deathly hanging grip
From blackened limbs.
Piercing gaze, mascara stains
Manicured talons gripped the rose of death
Black as dried blood.
Crushed petals seeped fluid
Thorns dripped with wine.
A tiara for the blood princess
Made from thorny stems of rambling roses
Perfectly formed curls flowing over strapless shoulder of cream
Virgin white wedding gown and lace gloves
Violated with delicious blood.
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