Frozen Moon

by Megan   Nov 4, 2010


With a gaze upon his lips,
he fell into her bestial crypt.

Legend lays around them etched in stone,
begin to gnaw through blood and bone.

She's a seductress,
sitting in her corner to obsess.

He was an unsuspecting geek,
she stared, a white-faced freak.

The time has come when her eyes glowed green,
she leapt at him, a nightmare queen.

A kiss of death and bodies collide,
looking through his sex-crazed breath unable to deride.

Sets in, the cold winter's dark,
creeping through the trees to embark.

The Frozen Moon was all he saw,
heard in the distance the ravens caw.

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