Glorious blood
Blood oh glorious blood
It fills my lust
Oh that glorious liquid
It has so many uses from life to death
All in which I take pleasure
Filled to the brim is my glass
Filled to the bring is my stomach
But aching for more
Oh aching for more I do
That glorious liquid of yours
You have so much can’t I just have a sip
Only a small amount it won’t hurt
Like a slight pinch then all will be fine
Oh that glorious liquid called blood
As I drink my infill of my unfulfilled thirst
I feel your death drawing near
Closer and closer thanks to the beautiful, crimson, glorious blood of yours.
I thank you my dear you’ve served me well
Now only darkness will you call your home…
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Vampire/ werewolf poems (atty awards)
PoetryJust some poems I whipped up to satisfy your vamp and were needs. :) I won't keep you any longer... enjoy
