lost moonchild: Okay, I was watching Ginger Snaps II: Unleashed (along with every other horror movie I've got in my twisted collection of movies) and got to thinking about writing a poem for Bridget after she turns into a werewolf. Kind of crappy but oh well.
BLOODLUST
Silently waiting underneath the floorboards
The blood I yearn for is being kept from my deadly jaws
And the blood that is with me…dried and no good
For all that remain of my victims are the bones.
Four human skeletons, two women and two men,
And the skeleton of the male who wanted me
Now I wish he were alive so we can play our deadly game
And play the game of producing pups to care for.
The girl above the floorboards, what was her name again?
She was called something… Ghost, wasn't it? Yes. Ghost.
When she learned of what I am… she decided to use me for revenge
But now she's not the only one who seeks revenge.
Look, the doors are barely open… this could be my chance!
Leap through the basement doors and see the shock on her face,
She runs! The hunt is now officially on!
My human side barely screams in horror, only screams anger.
My deadly jaws lock around the now teenage girl's throat
And I shake her body back and forth trying to rip out her pale throat.
I stop and set her almost lifeless body down to watch…
Watching patiently as the life fades from her almost childish eyes.
She reaches for me, afraid and trying to understand
But I step back and watch still, silently telling her that I had a hunger
That only she could satisfy right now with her blood
And without her consent, as if she could talk anyway, I feed on her flesh.
Silently walking through the dark woods
The blood of my latest human victim still warm and dripping from my chin
Tonight my lust is satisfied until tomorrow
But deep down I pray that I no longer had this stupid lust…what was it called again?
Oh yes, now I remember what it was called.
It was called a bloodlust and maybe I'll try to get rid of it
But not too soon for I have a mate to find and pups to make
And teach them of this hunger burning deep inside of me.
To teach them of my Bloodlust.
lostmoonchild: like I said before, kinda crappy but then again I see most (if not all) of my writings crappy since the school I go to is excellent at making students feel as if they aren't any good at anything. Anyway, read and review, flames are accepted.