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Moonlit Feast

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Moonlit Feast

By J. Lynne Moore

A rising moon sparkles bright;
Over the horizon clear in sight.

Transforms the tranquil forest vale,
Into a shadowy nefarious fairytale.

Yet no fairy or pixie flight,
Can be seen in this silvered light.

A piercing howl cuts the scene,
Soon a hulking hirsute figure is seen.

A human on any other day;
Tonight the moon has its sway.

Calling forth this ghastly beast,
In want of flesh to make a feast.

With sabered teeth and vicious claw,
He hopes, upon your bones to gnaw.

A demon lurks the forest tonight;
The werewolf hunts with great delight.

© 2016 -2017 Cashmere Illusions.blog /J.Lynne Moore All Rights Reserved

Vampire’s Kiss

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Vampire’s Kiss

By J. Lynne Moore

From the open window,
Moonlight softly drips;
Rolling across freely,
Sparkling on his tender lips.

It bounces off the rose,
That caresses his stone cut cheeks.
My hand rests upon his chest,
As it moves in valleys and peaks.

I allow him one more breath,
One more beat of his heart.
With a kiss I take his life,
So another can eternally start.

His eyes will open soon…
Forever he will be mine.
Between blood and shadows,
We will live a life divine.

© 2016 -2017 Cashmere Illusions.blog /J.Lynne Moore All Rights Reserved

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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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.

© 2016 -2017 Cashmere Illusions.blog /J.Lynne Moore All Rights Reserved

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!

© 2016 -2017 Cashmere Illusions.blog /J.Lynne Moore All Rights Reserved

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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The Cat House – Vampire Vignette

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The Cat House

By J. Lynne Moore

“Girls, are you ready?”

“Yes, Madam Gwen.”

“The XO will have their heard here in town this evening. Even though they’ll have twenty or so hands, we will take no more than three. Who fed last?”

“Sara, Janie and Laura”

“Okay, you three girls watch me and I’ll point out your targets, after I talk to Art. When y’all have them ready let the others know.”

“Yes, Madam Gwen.”

“Bubba will be working the door, he’ll make sure them boys leave their wheel guns up front. Now y’all go make your selves perdy.”

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“Welcome back Art, good to see ya darlin’.”

“Look at you! Gwen, you ain’t aged a day!”

“Well you rascal, you ain’t got to flatter me after all these years, but I an’t gonna tell ya to stop.”

“Come here and let me taste those ruby lips.”

“Now that’s the kind of welcome I like, but business before pleasure, Art. Did you find some rounders?”

“Yes ma’am, a couple of brothers from Santa Fe and a wrangler from Pecos. Your girls will feed good tonight, that Texas boy is a biggin’.”

“Girls, dinner is served! Don’t get any blood on your dresses!”

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