EMMA Funnell - Vampyre

Long black hair,
Sharp white fangs.
A dead body on the floor,
Is all that remains.
She feasts on the blood,
Of the innocent and pure.
Devours her prey in such a delicate way,
A creature of the night forever more.
Her pale complexion,
And death-like kiss.
Will lure her victims,
Into the abyss.
Her long fingernails,
Caress your face.
Take one look into her piercing eyes,
And you’re gone without a trace.
The vampyre’s beauty is embedded in your mind,
As you wake from a deathly sleep.
Bite marks on your neck and no heartbeat,
No tears fall as you silently weep.
You rise in the dark of night,
Knowing in your dead heart what happened to you.
She took your life and gave you immortality,
You are now a vampyre too.

EMMA Funnell

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