I am the black stranger Death standing in your path,
My face clouded by plumes of frozen rancid breath,
With enough sour tooth-odour to terminate your taste buds,
My blood-seeping eyes staring at you in your dying hour.
I have ascended from my rotting grave to take you away
To aeons of hideous screaming agony and pain;
By pagan rites have I been summoned from Hades
Let your soul bellow in raw terror at what lies in wait.
I shall sodomise you without benefit of lubricant
Before dragging you down to my home in Hell,
Your feeble virginal cries for mercy echoing hollowly
Together with my own excited wet farts of joy.
A contest entry
- SHOCK ME SILLY... PURDY PLEASE! by delightfulmess.
400 points, ended April 13, 15 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I have tried to convey my evil soul here. Have I succeeded?
Comments
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bwahaha this was... funny, and crude, and gross, and a positively great read. i love that the vampire wasnt depicted in the over romanticized anne rice fashion, and the imagery was vivid, painting clearly such a horrible scene. a lovely write, thenk you.
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lmao
oh my god that last line was definately not expected!
This is scary, demented and very twisted....! LOVED IT!!! LOL I have great appreciation for the dark side even though I lounge in the grey area and laugh. hehe...
Great shock factors. Thank you for entering my contest.
Delila
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His name is "Death" and he rides a pale white horse
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