Halloween Poem #12:

Dracula's Bride
by Michael Romani

The master does not want as she has given
Feasted into blood, never to be forgiven
An eternal kiss shared in the late night
As betrayer of truth and hater of light

All the night creatures live to come out
Lifting unreasoned voices into a shout
Coming out at the bidding to have their play
Hoping wantonly for this chance to slay

Beware the swift scorpion's dreaded sting
All the poison and the death it brings
A spider's fly on walled web does stick
Burnt down into the candle's quick

The city like a graveyard holds death
As the horror of fate takes away breath
There is no good to come from all of this
The souls of angels betrayed with his kiss

Darkness as a wedding gift for Dracula's bride
Who chose to be herself for the sake of pride
No one is left to remember yesterday as it was
Because simply, wicked is as wicked does

(c)  October 16, 2019  Michael Romani
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