Minas Thirst Poem by Nicola Kelly

Minas Thirst



Mina's Thirst

Mina's thirst for blood quenched as she fed,
Now a fully fledged member of the living dead,
It had taken just one bight,
From Dracul in the middle of the night,
Now sleeping all day in a coffin instead.

Sunday, January 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: horror
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