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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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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?

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

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!”

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

Eternal Hunter

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Eternal Hunter

By J. Lynne Moore

Secrets crawling,
In the dark.
Caressing shadows…
Hit the mark.

Devious intent,
Swirls contrite;
Innocent to victim,
Evil’s blight.

Tank of emotions…
Empty… not a drop.
Human automaton,
Won’t ever stop.

Bloody hands,
Numbing rage,
Sings a new song,
Torn from an old page.

A prize now won,
Move on to the next.
Just a day in the life,
Of a soul vexed.

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Reckoning

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Reckoning

By J.Lynne Moore

Tempered glass shattered
Under my feet, I walk…
In doom and terror.

A nocturnal reckoning
Breaths deep upon my
Neck, seeking payment.

Spiteful thoughts boil,
And froth to the
Surface of my twisted mind.

What have I done…
Torrential sin bleeds
From my open wounds.

My penitence comes,
Cloaked, hooded, veiled,
I rise to meet chaos.

The demon speaks
My name…but hold…
HIS blood has washed me!

I am clean!

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

The Dinner Table – A Vampire Vignette

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The Dinner Table – Stories of the Raven Queen

By J.Lynne Moore

For those seated at the table there was nothing to be felt but horror, cradled in shock and disbelief. Every one of them had faced insurmountable odds, the ravages of war and death, but nothing in their valiant lives had prepared them for this.

Each man in the room had pledged their honor and their lives to the King that now lay dead on the round table in front of them.

Then the horror gave way to fear when their Queen, Guinevere, entered the room, her dress decorated with fresh blood. With a sickly-sweet smile on her porcelain face, that grotesquely framed the ivory fangs in her mouth, she spoke in a voice only the demons of hell could love…

“Get up my King, your knights have come for dinner…”

With that Arthur’s eyes opened and he turned toward Lancelot, his hideous fangs glimmering in the candlelit room.

“I think I’ll start with you…”

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Cosmic Outing

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Cosmic Outing

By J. Lynne Moore

Sliding on the rings of Saturn,
Breathing in comet dust;
Chatting with the yellow stars,
Cheering as they brightly combust.

Next,I found my way to Venus,
It was a lovely afternoon stroll.
I decided to have a picnic,
Though the company was rather droll.

Lastly, was my jaunt to Mars,
Where orange sandcastles stand;
And listened to the music,
Of a punk rock Martian band.

Now I floated home again,
Through the emptiness of space.
Back to my mansion in Heaven,
To rest in my Father’s grace.

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Mother – A Vampire Vignette

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Mother – Stories of the Raven Queen

By J. Lynne Moore

Waking from cryo-stasis BrayLynn Masters was disoriented and felt sick. As reality came into focus, his mind cleared and he began to remember his mission. BrayLynn slowly climbed out of the cryo-tube and headed for the recovery kit. As the recovery cocktail entered his veins his body began to burn, his heart raced, his mind was on fine. His last conscious thought was…

“This is not right, I’m dying…”

BrayLynn could hear nothing, see nothing, he couldn’t move, but…he realized he was hungry…not hungry…ravenous…it was overwhelming.

“What is happening?!?”

Finally, BrayLynn heard a sickly sweet voice.

“Get up child, you are born anew.”

Suddenly able to open his eyes, he was shocked to see before him, sat an old woman, or was she…. her silver hair was turning raven black and her wrinkled skin was giving way to porcelain. This made no sense, he was alone on the ship.

She came close… almost hovering over him…

Before he knew what he was doing BrayLynn grabbed the woman and sunk his teeth, viciously into her neck.

“Yes my child drink deep, I am now your…Mother.”

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For All Time

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For All Time

By J.Lynne Moore

I cannot see the way ahead,
Your voice is not clear;
Call to me again and again,
I am swallowed whole by fear.

I am yours and you are mine,
That’s the way it’s been,
From the beginning of our time.

Why am I lost, find me please.
Call my name, reach out your hand.
It’s cold and dark now,
Don’t leave me here in this bitter land.

I am yours and you are mine,
That’s the way it’s been,
From the beginning of our time.

I call again and you are here;
Through the dark I see your face.
Finally in your arms, forever true,
At last you found me, in this heartless place.

I am yours and you are mine,
That’s how it will be,
For all time.

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