Dusk Til' Dawn

Dusk Til' Dawn

Hypnotic was her rhythm,
mesmerizing was her dance.
Those who met her on the floor
would never stand a chance.

She danced the dance of Satan
and the Devil did approve.
Everyone sat frozen,
not a single soul could move.

They saw the fires burning
so brightly in her eyes.
The music hid the voices
and all the tortured cries.

Swaying gently with a serpent,
so erotic was the scene,
a hush fell on the audience
for this dark exotic queen.

The others waited for a sign
as the music played along
and then they fed so eagerly
their hunger was quite strong.

Nothing stopped the bloody feast
and some were left undead.
A slayer moving silently
was chopping off a head.

Those killers had a curfew
and when the blood was gone,
they couldn't walk in daylight
but fed from dusk til' dawn.


T.L.Finch

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