Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Blood Quest: A Rondeau

Darkness descends, the dawn of night
Translucent forms in pale moonlight
A deathly howl cuts through the air   
And draws a gasp from lady fair
      Who knows not yet her mortal plight  

A black-caped figure, poised to bite
He holds his breath, his eyes closed tight 
His head leans toward her throat so bare
      Darkness descends 
The Count performs his ancient rite
The maiden moans, her breath so slight
The vampire strokes her lush blond hair 
Then bows his head as if in prayer
The victim’s skin, now deathly white
      Darkness descends 


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