Sunday, November 3, 2013

Halloween Poem - She is dangerous

Inspired from someone's fascination for Vampires and Halloween, I wrote this poem titled She is dangerous.
Night falls,
darkness calls.
A vampiress walks the streets,
blood is what she needs
I'll be standing in the corner
Just watching her slaughter
Seeing her all go wild
She is dangerous I am sure
And she is all dressed up and knocking on my door

Alone she sits on the top of a hill
Thinking of how her life has been
Of the pain and the sorrow She'd seen
In the eyes of her victims before they lay still.
She is dangerous I am sure
And she is all dressed up and knocking on my door

She wants to torture me with her words of lust
to heighten my senses, to turn to me to dust.
She promised me pleasure, mixed with pain
but what will it matter, what will it gain?
She is dangerous I am sure
And she is all dressed up and knocking on my door
 

There is a spark in her eyes I can't resist
There is a temptation on her lips I can't persist
Moon shines on her cheek, and shines on her brow
So soft, so enticing, so eloquent,
With smiles that win, and teeth and glow
She can hear the violins before they even play
Dancing into the night she 'll make me sway.
She is dangerous I am sure
And she is all dressed up and knocking on my door

When we meet don't be afraid,
what made us this, it was just fate.
Believe us, we are serious,
we're neither bad nor dangerous

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