Bite Of Curse
Darkness of horrid Curse
A bite of rampaging pain
Of chilling cold remorse
is lurking at the curl of neck
Waiting is the vampire dark
in the old barn shack park
to bite the love of purity
fine blood of divine cure
Feed is curse to be immortality
silently in vampire dark eases
through the white misty barn
purity blood to his vamp soul
Devoured
Bite Of Curse
By Deb Harman ©
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC
Bite Of Curse
Darkness of horrid Curse
A bite of rampaging pain
Of chilling cold remorse
is lurking at the curl of neck
Waiting is the vampire dark
in the old barn shack park
to bite the love of purity
fine blood of divine cure
Feed is curse to be immortality
silently in vampire dark eases
through the white misty barn
purity blood to his vamp soul
Devoured
Bite Of Curse
By Deb Harman ©
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