![]() Blood LustA Poem by Guardian Of The LostRunning from the Creature
of the Night as I fight for my life. She chases me ever so
vigorously like a lion after his prey. Darkness surrounds me and
consumes every last shred of light. No matter what I do I
cannot escape the imminent blight. As she approaches she
screams so fiercely as if a thousand Souls were dying to get
out of their wretched cages.
I pant *Peh Peh Peh* and
gasp for air as my lungs fill with The mist around thee. The
dew of the midnight London Fog is upon me, but then
again, so is she. Her onyx hair Finally settles on her
rounded shoulders and her eyes are filled With lust; red and hungry
for blood. As she looms toward me my Heart beats like thunder
*Baboom Baboom Baboom*. Too tired To run my will is torn
asunder, and too frightened to resist I freeze Like a casualty of
Medusa. I’m a victim of the Gorgon’s Gaze.
As I stand still like a
petrified statue she draws ever so closer To me with a vicious look.
Fangs extended she shoves me against The wall, my head becomes
fuzzy and I fall to the ground. She hops On top of me and sinks
her claws into my back as her teeth dig into My neck. I couldn’t
scream if I wanted to and yet the pain subsides. Her moans are of lust and
anguish, yet she continues to feed.
The liquid crimson slowly
flows down my side, but she doesn’t let Any go to waste. She
craves it like a junkie craves his fix, but only if It’s pure and I am.
“Virgin blood tastes like nectar” she says while I Lay on the cold, damp
cobblestone of the alley. Her strength overpowers Me as if I was shackled
by Hades himself and yet I feel drawn to her. She smiles, licks her
lips clean of blood, and whispers to me, “You Will never be free, free,
free.” It would seem this was meant to be. © 2018 Guardian Of The LostFeatured Review
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