The Virgin Vampire
By Stephanie Nolasco

She lingers aimlessly
On a coal-coated night.
The star-less sky becomes pierced
With the glow of an opal moon.
The virgin roams
Seeking the elixir of existence
Taunting the sleeping nuns
And their faithful voodoo dolls.
Tasting their sweet sweat
Dripping against their wooden crosses.

She leaves them, unattended
For a new lover awaits her
In the wolf scattered forest
Where he will soon fall.
There he stands
Alone and soon forgotten.
The sadden soul, not enraptured
By the porcelain beauty.
Pressing her pearl daggers
Against his tightened neck
She feeds upon the oblivious living
Luring ancient sin upon him.
Apollo has arrived
Killing the damned moon.
Darkness falls
Light prevails.
The enchanted have awakened
While the dreary now sleep.
The mistress has disappeared
No traces found.
She ran to her slumber
Where the pale ones dwell
Anticipating the moment
When her hunger roars again.


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