BloodRayne-4 The  Sanguanarian

Conifers and cypress, wrap
around the castle with fortitude,  
a cowl of preservation..
Centuries rotate the cog  
Singeing BloodRayne’s
transformation to feed, on energy  
 Blood, becomes a weight of
 desire as insatiable fantasies flood  
the mind.  
 
Warm, fresh droplets, touch on her  
writhing tongue, teeth onto nipples
. scrape
Bone against flesh, burning  
a deep twisting of her will
Impales her bloodlust  
Orgasmic clouds filter across
 the surface of her skin  
as she swallows warm fluids  
that trail down her throat  
 
Fighting the needs of a sanguanarian
a developing suppression to entrap
 the will of BloodRayne    
 
Demand for her exile is called  
Nazr, Third cousin of Nasrene,
A whoreson of spurious joy born of  
iniquity and impenetrable power  
His existence, to romp and caper  
this space between immortality
Using his father’s agony, he chartered  
a sinuous course to the top  
 
Days upon days, she waited for him  
while he cumbered the land in his  
maniacal daft
There, beyond the cobble wall  
He stands, long lean, his knees  
 awkwardly bent  
Still in form his hooves gnarled  
With an overpowering stench  
Claws dripping fizz like an open  
wound
This, is where I shall take him.