Queen of The Night: A Gothic Horror Poem

June 3, 2018 at 10:58 pm (Folklore, Horror, Mystery/horror, Poetry, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

Queen of The Night: A Gothic Horror Poem

In the woods near New Orleans
Marie Le Soleil Levant
They call her the Queen of the Night
and her fingernails will squeeze you tight

She’ll rip your throat out
without a doubt
though no Masonic secrets you reveal
still she’ll crush you under her heel

Because the only thing she really needs
is the taste of human blood
and your veins and arteries shall outpour a very tasty flood

Midnight black coloured is her skirt
her blouse blood red like the blood you’ll squirt
you’ll die beneath a howling moon
as you leave this life all too soon

So depart this life
in bloodied strife
your throat ripped all to shreds
she may break a nail causing her tears to shed
but over you your body bled
will cause her no tears to shed

In the woods near New Orleans
Marie Le Soleil Levant
They call her the Queen of the Night
and her fingernails will squeeze you tight

-A gothic horror poem
written by Christopher
Sunday June 3rd
2018.

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The Vampiress Siren: A Poem

May 29, 2017 at 4:15 pm (Folklore, Horror, Mythology, Poetry, The Supernatural) (, , , , )

I sailed the straits on my ship of old
carrying aboard the king’s own gold
it was there I saw her on the rock amidst the waves
she who had sent many sailors to their graves
Siren On Rock

Come and taste my lips of cherry she said
licking her lips that had recently bled
I jumped into the sea and swam to the rock
thinking we’d only sit and talk
instead she grabbed me and bit my neck
I turned and saw my ship was a wreck

Said I, there goes my ship
what a way to end a trip
she then sucked my blood and I was dead
because to this vampiress siren- I lost my head.

-A poem written by Christopher
Monday May 29th
2017.

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Renfield’s Speech To BAEEVB 5 Years Ago Today

May 6, 2016 at 7:44 pm (Crime, Horror, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

Renfield’s Speech To BAEEBV 5 Years Ago Today

“Do you recall what you did on this day 5 years ago today?” Amadeus asked Renfield.

“No,” Renfield suddenly looked nervous.

He wondered what incriminating photo or video Amadeus might have had on him of what he did 5 years ago today.

“It was 5 years ago today that you gave a speech to the British Association of Employees Employed By Vampires better known as BAEEBV,” Amadeus pointed out.

“Oh that,” Renfield grinned.

Yes, that was back on May 6th 2011.

Renfield recalled getting a standing ovation for that speech.

As well as a blow job from a rising young pop music starlet afterwards.

Renfield sat there with a huge smile on his face.

“I have a video of your best moment that day,” Amadeus showed him a video on his laptop’s YouTube page.

“You do?” Renfield turned as pale as the silvery moon on a South Seas night.

Had Amadeus filmed his encounter with the rising young pop music starlet?

The video started playing.

It was of the best line that Renfield had delivered that evening- a paraphrase of a line from Lewis Carroll’s poem The Walrus and The Carpenter in his book Through The Looking Glass.

“The time has come,” Renfield said, “to talk of many things- of psychic lobsters and werewolves and lycanthropic MPs, of how Dracul Van Helsing manages to get vampiresses down on their knees.”

“You know,” Amadeus spoke up, “I understand the reference to psychic lobsters- that’s Michelangelo. And the reference to werewolves and lycanthropic MPs- that’s to Welsh werewolf British Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley. But what did you mean by Dracul Van Helsing managing to get vampiresses to their knees?”.

“Well,” Renfield’s face turned red with jealousy, “Dracul Van Helsing seems to have the ability to get beautiful vampiresses to make out with him. I’ve never been able to get a beautiful vampiress to make out with me.”

“You haven’t been too successful with many beautiful mortal women either,” Amadeus bit into his peanut butter and avocado sandwich.

“Harrumph,” Renfield pouted.

Still that rising young pop music starlet had performed a huge favour on him the night of his standing ovation speech.

Then again, that gun he held to her head, the resulting action may not have been a result of her free will affection for him.

Still she had done the deed.

Which was more than could be said for the 99 other rising young pop music starlets whose brains (or lack thereof!) he had been forced to blow to kingdom come when they refused to blow on his sword.

Their deaths were still listed as unsolved in Interpol files.

And the poor Illuminati were taking the heat for his dastardly deeds in most on-line conspiracy theorist videos.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday May 6th
2016.

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New Orleans Vampiress Angelique Dumont and Welsh Werewolf Magog Rhys Petley

June 3, 2013 at 3:35 am (Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , )

New Orleans Vampiress Angelique Dumont and Welsh Werewolf Magog Rhys Petley

There she was- in an elegant blue evening dress at the back of a 1950s black Cadillac getting her photos taken by a photographer.

New Orleans vampiress Angelique Dumont.

An actress and a songstress who had performed in several West London musicals.

A vampiress who had the ability to walk in the daylight thanks to a special sunblock invented for her by Set Enterprises’ scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher.

Welsh werewolf British Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley (an ardent fan of Miss Dumont) felt himself becoming sexually excited as soon as he saw her.

And sexual excitement for him meant the possibility of turning into a werewolf (even without the presence of a full moon) due to the peculiar variation of lycanthropy gene he carried within his DNA.

But fortunately he happened to be carrying a carton of buttermilk with him which he immediately started drinking.

For there was something in buttermilk that acted as an antidote to his peculiar form of lycanthropy.

“Magog,” Angelique greeted him.

“My darling Angelique,” Magog kissed her long black leather glove covered hand and immediately started having fantasies about being a submissive at the hands of such an exquisitely delectable dominatrix.

“I’ve heard that the British government is sending you to Syria as an envoy to get the government and the opposition to attend peace talks in Geneva,” Angelique noted.

“Yes, this mission will probably be as successful as my last peace mission almost 2 years ago now which ended in total failure,” Magog looked downcast.

During that mission, the Syro-Phoenician vampiress Astarte had appeared to him while he was talking to Syrian President Bashar Assad and becoming sexually aroused, he had turned into a werewolf in President Assad’s presence.

Needless to say the meeting did not go over well and the talks ended in failure.

“I’m sure this mission of yours will be much more successful,” Angelique gently kissed him on the cheek.

As Magog felt a huge erection coming on, he bowed to Angelique and thanked her and hurried down the street hastily finishing his carton of buttermilk.

To be continued.

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