The Vampire Goddess and the broken poet

The Vampire Goddess and the broken poet

As nighttime descends and there's darkness all around, this is the Vampire goddesses time, you know where she'll be found

Sitting high up in her castle, looking down onto the village lights, soon she'll go hunting, she needs to feed tonight

She knows she'll find someone, they'll be on their own, wandering the streets at night, instead hiding safe at home

Silently she'll swoop down, then hypnotise them with her stare, then she will feed off them, and they won't know that she was there

They wake up feeling weak, thinking they fell or hurt their head, luckily she stopped her feed or they would now be dead

Then she spots a cripple sitting in his power chair, she knows he will make a easy meal, she swoops down without a care

She lands right in front of him, knowing he can't run away, she was going to attack him but she decided she would play

I see you are a broken poet, I've read you work, not bad, I love all the erotic ones but some just make me sad

Why asked the poet your the Vampire Goddess, you rule everything, she shook her head so slowly, I don't have a Vampire king

In a flash the poet said, turn me now, make me yours, make me fit and fine and I will write you poetry, until the end of time

He tilted his neck she moved in, her teeth found his pumping veins, she drank until he was empty, not a drop of life remains

The next night when the Poet woke, his Goddess had made him into a healthy man, together they will prowl the night, like only Vampires can

And he will write her poetry, about the death she brings from way up high above, but it will always have a stanza so he can profess his undying love

Ron