Bite

Soft bite
Hard bite
Big bite in the neck.
Dribble blood
Little more blood
Oh, what the heck:
Eight pints of red nectar
To keep alive the haunting spectre
And enter the hallowed fraternity,
Not just for Halloween,
But for all of damned eternity.

Author: George McDermid

I scratch out poems, and the odd little tale. Mostly for my own amusement.

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