Count Dracula

Urges.... - Poem by Count Dracula

I await moon's rise
I prepare with such morbid thoughts
Eroding into this eternity of sin
I am darkened soul captive of an embrace spell
Camoflauged in the stench of human misery
To my pray I chant prayers of seduction
In this majesty of sin
I am nothing more than an angel of dark
I celebrating rituals of blood
Chanting hymns of embrace
As I suck the life out of her neck

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 14, 2013

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