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Vampire in Sheep's Clothing (circa 2019)


His love for her flourished
like a blossoming, spring rose.
To him, she was the purest fair maiden to thaw out his frozen,
undead heart.
Her flowing, lush brown locks,
draping down,
sent a rush of lust all through his chest.
Just a drop of her blood, coursing through his throat,
trickling down his mouth.
It was enough to make his decaying body crumble and fall apart.
He studied her petite womanly body
and held back his deep, dark desire.
For years,
he was always captivated by her.
He felt an unforgettable ache
every time she was near.
In his mind, she would never want him.
Only because in the end, he was nothing more than,
a vampire in sheep’s clothing.

The Woodsman's Curse (circa 2019)


A chilly darkness falls behind the moon,
While the shattering wind flows on through.
As a single star gleamed in the sky,
she peered down the lake as salty tears streamed down her face.
Her warm skin trembled beneath her tattered clothes.
Creaking and crunching is all she ever heard.
Branches cracked as she ducked out of sight,
Causing her chest to heave with all its might.
There was no escape from this woodsy maze while she was in full fight or flight.

And then it occurred...
Her calming whimper soon fell silent,
the moment rough hands captured her mouth.
In the shadows
lurked the figure she was terrified of.
Still above blanketing the lanky trees,
the nighttime illusion began to fade.
The figure had covered her vision,
then trailed her neck with the pointed
end of a pocket knife.

One measly prick was enough
to send a devastating shock all through her body.
He sniffed her hair,
picking up the lavender-scented shampoo.
He moans gently, entranced by his sadistic thoughts.
A breeze as cold as ice snapped him back to reality,
as he tilted his head up to the pine cone air.

"The woods are nature's dogs
And I'm its master.
The trees obey my every command.
Just ask around."
Roots of all shapes and sizes
stretched beyond the two.
Thorns peeked from the dew-covered dirt,
stabbing Jenny underneath her bruised,
swollen feet.
Then at that moment,
she was jerked back away from the man.
He stepped away from the shadows,
allowing for the moon's light to
reveal it all..a transcending, elemental form.

His body erupted into a
masterpiece of rose vines,
upon his chest and forearms.
While his hands and feet
molded tree bark over his badly damaged skin.
His pupils flickered from emerald green to ember gold.
Jenny's frail arms shielded her half-nakedness,
His voice was deeper than before, a sign of his readiness.
"I am the woodsman and
Your life is what can undo my curse."