Fangs Poem By Christopher M Long

Fangs Poem By Christopher M Long

Published 2021 By SHPmagazine, Copyright 2021 By Christopher M. Long. P. 2021, C. 2021

My name is your death, I'll guarantee your last breath Bite to your throat, puncture your vein, deadly electrodes zip to your brain I slowly take your life, time and time again, you die, leave you lifeless drained of blood you lie. The last thing you'll hear, my dead cold heart, as I tear your entire world apart. You shall be cursed to walk the world undead. Stalk, kill, torture fill everything with dread. Your curse, your death, your life, continues forever on Until the time comes when your slain, put down and gone. Welcome to the undead legions straight from hell. Now free to pull all the other lost souls down where satan dwells Now that you are one of the cursed children of the night.