Month: September 2017

Fang Fic – A Vampire Vignette

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Fang Fic – A Vampire Vignette

By J. Lynne Moore

Dearest Alucard,

My mind is filled with irrational thoughts. Ever since you came to Japan, I have not been able to clear the last words you spoke to me from my consciousness. I knew others of my kind existed, but no one of your caliber…no one who could be my equal.

Darling, I am not so naive to think that you could ever truly love me, but I will, with the whole of my existence, strive to be your most faithful companion.

Seras Victoria, is nothing but a dirty-blood; though she shows you great loyalty, she can never understand what it is to be pure.

Allow me to be your queen, we will rule the shadows together. Let me spend eternity proving that I am the woman that deserves to be at your side. You know the power that is held within my veins. You know that with me by your side, we will be unstoppable.

Alucard, let my words not fall on deaf ears. Eternity is ours, the night is ours…we can take the House of Hellsing to heights that it has not known before.

I eagerly await your reply,
Your humble servant…

Love,
Saya Otonashi

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A Wicked Brew

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A Wicked Brew

By J. Lynne Moore

Her steady hand moved with grace,
As the cauldron bubbled in this wicked place.

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth,
She would have her revenge, for she knew the truth.

Banished he would be, from his sinful life,
No more to cause her dead heart strife.

The wings of a fly and a rotten toad,
The sweat from a horse a sailor rode.

Forty-two stalks of swamp root grass,
A pinch of ruby dust and the gills of a bass.

Boil it for five and stir it twice,
Then test the juice out on a pair of mice.

Victory would be hers by the break of dawn,
One tiny sip and he would be gone.

No more would he lie, no more would he cheat,
In moments he would be sitting in the devil’s seat.

“Drink my love, your morning brew.”
She cackled to herself, “If he only knew!”

He thought he was smart and oh so clever,
Now he calls hell home, forever and ever.

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Mermaids

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Mermaids

By J. Lynne Moore

Silver ripples float on a cobalt sea,
As whispers swirl in the subtle wind.
Kaleidoscope flowers feed the honey bees,
The line between realms starts to bend.

For if you sit silent and still,
A bit of magic may be revealed;
An enchanted spectacle sure to thrill,
As mythical mermaids are unconcealed.

With scales of sage and crimson and gold,
They splash about in the mermaid cove;
And when they moon is full, bright and bold,
It shines its spot light on this treasure trove.

Locks of seaweed drape their elegant frames,
Their fishy tails flip, flap and flop;
And sway with the tide as it waxes and wanes,
You’ll hope their siren songs never stop.

As the sky breaks with lemony light,
The magical vale begins to thin and fades;
Before you know it, they are all out of sight,
And ends the dance of the mystic mermaids.

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The Pack

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The Pack

By J.Lynne Moore

Hear the dogs bark and call,
They ran away, jumped the wall.
Wandering far, far, from home,
Knowing not, to where they roam.

A pack of brothers standing tall,
Never to be locked within the pawl.
They spend their nights among the brome;
Long days napping upon the loam.

Bay at the moon, brothers all…
Hounds of midnight, full of gaul.
Vicious fangs, mouths a foam,
Running wild and free in the gloam.

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Father of the Damned

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Father of the Damned

By J. Lynne Moore

Heaven has turned her back to me;
while the damned of hell,
call me….Father.

Oh ravenous hunger!
I am your slave for eternity;
Can you never be satisfied?

Crimson ichor, wet my lips!
For in your burgundy river, I find…
Life that was once mine.

Life, that can never be,
Again…

I taste the sweet, sweet fear.
It makes love to my black soul…
Ecstasy incarnate!

Come my child,
Feed me your lifeblood;
let my sup upon your vitae.

Close your eyes and listen;
Listen to the sound of….
Death!

Your heart works against your will;
It feeds me faster…
and…faster…
and…faster…

Oh crimson ichor…
Yield to me your essence;
fill me as the dog fills the tick.

Awe the last drop…drunk.
It is over now child…
Sleep well…

For when you wake,
you shall call me Master!

You shall call me…
Dracula!

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Father of Fear – A Vampire Vignette

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Father of Fear

By J. Lynne Moore

Ahhh the smell of home, the old country…how I have longed to be home again…my true home. Romania…it rolls of the tongue, like royal blood slides down the throat.

Yet…nothing is the same, life…death…NOTHING!

They do not fear me anymore. Don’t they know that fear makes the blood sweeter?

They have turned me into a joke, a laughing stock!! They do not FEAR me!! There are toys in my image, they wear fake teeth and dress like fools. The books and movies they make about me are hideous and full of wicked lies. They think I have feelings of love and compassion, little do they know the purest of evil fuels my dead heart. They pretend to be me, they have forgotten who I really am, they have mocked me for long enough!

I will remind them!! I will take back the night and terror will reign again! Their blood will moisten my lips; I will slaughter them, without mercy!! My father will not be the victim of their jokes anymore. I will remind them who the great Count Dracula was and they will fear the House of..Drăculești. AGAIN!!

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Red Dress

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Red Dress

By J. Lynne Moore

Red dress fell,
With a story to tell;
Crumpled and torn,
Last time worn.

Smooth as snake skin,
Caused many a sin.
Went with her smile,
Was just her style.

Rocked the club,
But that’s the rub;
Then came apart,
He stopped her heart.

A red dress fell,
With a story to tell;
Crumpled in the rain,
Red as the stain.

One last trip,
Body bag zip…
Red dress quite…still…
Red…dressed the kill!

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Death Comes

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Death Comes

By J. Lynne Moore

Red lingered on the lip,
A sigh…then one last sip.

Ivory sparkles beneath,
Crimson gums…teeth!

Copper wafting in the air,
Sure to make the nostril flair.

Supper served,
on a porcelain neck.
Sorry, my dear,
there’s no rain check.

Hug the light…if you can;
When fear paints the night cyan.

For shadows flow…oozy ink…
And death comes in a blink!

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Crossing the River

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Crossing the River

By J. Lynne Moore

Slow is the soul,
In want of sleep,
Reckless dreams,
From rest, do keep.

There is no time,
Left on the clock.
Hark do you hear,
The crow of the cock.

Words are twisted,
They make no sense…
Tongue is tied to the,
Barbed wire fence.

Hades awaits,
The wayward soul;
Do you have a sixpence,
To pay the toll?

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