All Hallow’s Eve Poetry

Allow me to introduce this young maiden
A dark-haired prime example of beauty
All bewitched by her have no idea of the nightmare that has just begun
Sit down and enjoy a cup of tea.

There’s more than meets the eye to this quiet maiden
Yet most men don’t mind joining her in bed
She drinks the blood of unsuspecting virgins
Permanently staining her lips red.

A line of copper trails down her chin
As she teasingly licks it off while staring at you
Adding some color to her bone-white skin
There’s no escape from her, no matter what you do.

Behold this vampire: a daughter of hell
With the face of an angel, yet with no soul
It ran away from her cold-hard shell
Drinking the blood of the living to have some sense of control.

She enjoys making love to ladies and gentlemen
Just before their deaths, their final moments are spent in pleasure
She teases them with kisses, and then…
She sinks her fangs into their flesh; the warm, red blood is her ultimate treasure.

Her stunning green eyes will lure you in
And you can’t help but fall for her
She may look innocent, but she’s the personification of sin
The devil sends you a gift in the form of his daughter.

Her love bite brings both pleasure and pain
Yet your heart weakens until it stops beating
Immortality is now what you’ve gained
Her red-stained grin greets you while you’re still bleeding.

Behold this vampire: a daughter of hell
With the face of an angel, yet with no soul
She nearly entered heaven before she fell
Vainly trying to make herself feel whole.

x.
 
No one knew of Leah.
 
She was that child, kept hidden and chained  
inside the windowless basement  
of the mansion across the lake -
the secret that her family would kill to keep;
the byproduct of an incestuous coupling  
of a deviant, abusive father  
and of a mad, yet dangerously beautiful daughter.
 
"Child of the devil!" her mother used to call her,  
as she slaps her senseless, for the sin of existence.  
Oftentimes, she strokes her unruly curls and kept whispering vile words in her ears.  
 
Leah grew up knowing nothing but the rants filled with hatred, uttered by a mind gone insane.  
And so she believes...  
 
She's a child of the devil!
 
i.
 
She looked at the mirror and all she could see
was an image of a woman that was not her own.  
Those pair of green eyes with flecks of brown,  
hooded by lashes so thick  
that it hids the fury of the soul within.  
Only she knows, only she feels, only she sees,  
the truth swimming under the sea of despair.  
And for what? For whom?  
It's only a matter of time now before everything floats back into the surface.  
By then, it would be too late to be saved.  
A smirk formed in her cherry painted lips before mumbling,  
 
"Stupid!"
 
ii.
 
The morning after that fateful Halloween  
some ten years ago have all been forgotten,  
buried as a cold case and unsolved.
Funny how this town could easily set aside  
the memory of that horrific day,  
of Sarah and her headless body
floating in crimson waters  
on the big fountain in the park.
How could they be smiling  
as they dressed up the children
to play trick or treat, knocking on doors,  
expecting candies in turn?
Should I play threat and trick with them  
and make them remember?
"Hello Chloe, are you alone? Come in...
I prepared treats especially for you."
Oh, yes...
They will remember!
 
iii.
 
At first, they thought that it's a prop,
the remnant of kids' trash from last nights' prank.
Until the cleaning crew arrived and touched the headless 'doll',
and then they knew that it was not and it all began...
Screams of terror rung from a mother's lungs,
There's no doubt in her heart who could it be.
Even without the blond curls, who else but her Chloe?
That Tinkerbelle costume and pink lacy shoes
and that little hand wearing a ring with a red shiny heart...
taunting as the arm attached drips diluted blood
when it dangles lifelessly on the edge of the fountain in the park...
 
"It's a ghost! The ghost of Sarah!"
someone said.
 
And the following silence proves...
that now, now they remember!
 
iv.
 
The fools!  
A decade had passed, yet it seems they never learn;
committing the same mistake as they did with Sarah -
asking the wrong questions,  
suspecting the wrong person,
Assuming and jumping to conclusions.
 
...who done it? ...where hid it? Fools!
 
Will Chloe suffer the same injustice?
Tears of blood filled with rage run down her cheeks, as she...
picked up the frames imprisoning  
the smiling image of two little blond girls.
For they don't belong in that memorial beside the fountain,  
surrounded by melting candles and flowers...
 
"Who, whose dead body was found defiled,
and headless on the fountain in the park?"
 
Because she knew for certain that it wasn't Chloe,  
nor was it Sarah ten years ago.
 
v.
 
Who would have remembered?
The child that no one knew, born and died
in darkness, not knowing the light of day.
Even in her death, she was kept hidden,
mourned by another mother, while her own
torture another in her place;
her grave
bearing another's name,  
Sarah!
 
And here she is, unknown.
Alive but, remembered as the headless ghost.
 
She'll wait another year
till another chance comes for her to reclaim
her self.
 
Next Halloween, she hopes Chloe  
would be awarded due recognition.
 
"Hello, Chloe, child of the devil!"
 
 
Fin.

Fixed upon days fading light your mind engulfed by fear
Trembling uncontrollably as darkness draws in nearer
Your shadowed room a dim lit tomb a lair of demise
For on this night a witches flight evokes the undeads cries
Rising from their shallow graves the corpses of the dead
The children that this night enslaved now leave their earth filled beds
Lost souls in pain search for life again for death they can't conceive
So hold yours dearer as they draw nearer on this Hallows Eve

 
 “She performs her erotic ritual in preparation of the spell
Will it lead me to ultimate ecstasy or torturous hell?
 “My mind becomes twisted by her deep throat consumption
As ninety-nine percent of my brain is focused on fucking,

 “The sudden pinch of my nipples causes pre-cum to slip
While feathers strike my testicles like a demon’s whip,
 “I shake uncontrollably and beg for instant release
As she now slowly slides down my erection like a stalking beast,

 “Each up and down motion is followed by a vaginal clinch
That causes my vision to blur and my pupils to twitch,
 “Tears roll down my cheeks as I begin crying
If this is death’s way to my end, then I welcome the dying,

 “Duty, honor and loyalty with all my heart I shove
While deep inside her I release my liquid love,
 “I truly want to caress her, but realized I was restrained
As she now sits on my face and push cum out like pouring rain,

 “Down my throat it slides, until burning the symbol of hell
Branding me for eternity with ancient words of betrayal,
 “Then the pain of flesh is followed by a pain in my ass
As her barbed tail enters me, shattering my anus like glass,

 “Pieces of my shredded rectum she forced me to eat
My toenails she cracked and sucked directly from my feet,
 “Eyelids ripped away so no closure when attempting sleep
As she invented new painful erotic’s week after week,  

 “Each humiliating torture was her personal wicked fun
Causing her pussy to squirt and pulsate like a blazing sun,
 “My last vision was of her dripping pussy rocking like a ship at sea
While heaven’s light shined angrily down on me,

 “Now I understood this was God’s angelic test-and I failed
As she released a last orgasmic howl with the power of a Banshee’s wail,
  “My flesh begin to dissolve while my soul began to shatter
At that moment asking for forgiveness did not even matter.”