Z: VAMPIRES

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Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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VAMPIRES

Cloak of darkness mantle me,
I need something red and warm.,
Soft and gentle nip,
Of a women's delicate form.

Victims cower in terror,
Some give out a small cry.
Small snap of a puncture,
Heart judders a fatal sigh.

Stratum that pulses with feed,
Is the food for a vampire at night.
Watch out for my infected seed,
From the oscillate of a fatal bite.

Certificate U
Story
Horror