Demon Night – Poetry

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Demon Night

the moon rises
a dark woolen blanket covers the earth
night creatures become still and silent
awaiting their feast

only then do I stir from my grave
into the pitch of night
to canvass the streets for loners
the forgotten souls, castaways like me

from atop buildings, I seek my prey
then zero in with a whoosh of my wings—
silently I cast my spell and lure her away
back to my mausoleum

inside the stone structure, she dances
upon my coffin, mesmerizing me
who is the killer?
who is the prey?
dance over, she sprawls across the coffin
alluring and sensual

in a moment of weakness, I kiss her
as the demon in me screams
I must do this, I simply must!
and with a growl, I rip out her heart

I open the other coffin
and feed the heart to my bride—
for one more night, she will be mine

©2016 Lori Carlson. All Rights Reserved.

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11 thoughts on “Demon Night – Poetry

  1. Wow I pictured everything! Amazing writing!

  2. Thank you for this. 👍

  3. Bushka says:

    Yeah! Well written. Intriguing. Hugs!

  4. joey says:

    Ewwwww, lol! Well done!

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