My first ever Spooktacular poetry blog.
Vampyre
Who's vein will my fetid fang
Flay this night and let flow
The scarlet scroll that feeds
My perfidious thirst?
What trick in my trove
Or treat of the flesh
Will she trade for
That hearbeat brief
Flight into fancy
And aeon's Fall
Into damnation?
Zombie
with your brains
in my brawn
we're unstoppable
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Wolfman
being a Wolfman is
tear tear tear
terrific.
December 12, 2012 update: No Halloween poems this year. We took Jack and Ella out in our neighborhood. Jack insisted on being pulled in the wagon. We went as a Wolf Pack. Jack caught on quickly and everyone in the Edgewater neighborhood said it was the most trick-or-treaters they had seen in forever.
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December 12, 2012 update: No Halloween poems this year. We took Jack and Ella out in our neighborhood. Jack insisted on being pulled in the wagon. We went as a Wolf Pack. Jack caught on quickly and everyone in the Edgewater neighborhood said it was the most trick-or-treaters they had seen in forever.
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