Oft, alone, I wander the night
through shadows, fog, on dim-lit streets
A nocturnal mistress seeking one good bite
I fail to embrace the concept of fright
Without a late-hour thrill, my heart depletes
Oft, alone, I wander the night
In human form, I am never uptight
Happy to tender the one who knows his meats
A nocturnal mistress seeking one good bite
A neck fest meets no protest; its lack is my plight
Fang meets flesh, my quest; the vision repeats
Oft, alone, I wander the night
Tick tock to transition; tete tete at twilight
Mortal to immortal; passion in sanguine secretes
A nocturnal mistress seeking one good bite
One ghoul girl schoolgirl lusts for bloodborne delight
Veinous-themed intimacy beats satin-threaded sheets
Oft, alone, I wander the night
A nocturnal mistress seeking one good bite
About the Creator
Marilyn Glover
Poetry is my first love of writing and will always be. My debut Jungian-themed chapbook, Shadow's Reprieve, is available now on Amazon.
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