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Click herePlease take my hand, precious child,
and rest your weary feet.
I have a poem burning within,
and you are my muse so sweet.
With light tone skin, and blood red lips,
you are a beautiful sight to see.
Your hair glistens, and your voice so clear,
you are truly a masterpiece.
I take the quill and put it to paper,
and words flow like a stream.
A poet's durge, written in verse,
as it lives within our dreams.
You watch me write, and giggle softly,
as my veins bulge with blood.
Knee deep in thought, that I am,
the poetry drowning me like the flood.
When all is done, I look at you,
and I draw you in for a kiss.
First your lips, and then your neck,
and with one bite, hunger-filled bliss.
My muse's blood courses through my viens,
as her body lies dead on the floor.
I leave behind the poem, signed in blood,
and smirk as I walk out the door.