This poem was written in response to Laura M Bailey’s challenge. See Link:
You may also wish to read my previous 3-way challenge story because this one follows it:
So Hungry Are the Damned
He lured her to his lair
in that dark, secluded glade,
without fear, without a care
she danced to the tune he played.
He admired her tender form
so lovely, so full of grace.
Her body, soft and warm,
then he slowly turned her face.
he bit into her neck,
to harvest her blood, so hot.
The red stains now bedeck
where diamonds soon forgot.
Now she’ll join him as his queen,
in his realm, that darkest land,
Envy not, those fiends, unclean,
so hungry are the damned.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 01/October/2018