Blood Thyrst

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.

© 2011 Michael


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Added on January 21, 2011
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Michael
Michael

Richmond, IN



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