Harvest – Tales from the mind of Kristian

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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:

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.

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