Blood Thyrst

A Poem by Michael

I drink from this cup

The cup of myne own desyre

Passionatly anticipating

My prey in her attyre

Stripping her from her beauty

Draining her lyfe making it myne own

Having a sense of retribution

As I hear her last breath moan

But yet still I hunger

Often I do thirst

Fear not my chyld

You won't be my first.

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