Aren't I the cutest vampire?
Anywho, I wrote the following poem this afternoon, too.
Bathory
I've seen her 'round the town
Wearing velvet dresses and
Silky boots--no husband had she,
Nor was she betrothed,
Though being unbound made her
Free, full of ecstasy
Which she shared with we
Who craved her vitally.
Eyes piercing red,
Cherry scarf about her head, such
Reliquiae, such terror
Does follow her steps ev'ry hour:
The frozen voice of Bathory.
She moves with a vagrant air,
Her hair without a snare--Oh
What erotic scripture does she follow?
My seductress of the evening hours.
-Leah
