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 ©