The Sepultress
By: Rhonda Parrish
Her silken song of wind and wave Called unto those beyond the grave “Awake!” she cried, “And come to play!” “I’ve only ‘till the break of day.” And to the shore the dead did come, In groups of two and one by one Once there they danced upon the sand Whilst wicked waves served as the band. A thousand corpses bobbed and swayed— Cold bones ratt'ling a serenade “Dance my children,” I heard her shriek And terror made my knees go weak From the shadows I watched their throes While a foul stench assailed my nose. With my shirt up over my face, I loosed my guts, to my disgrace Above the bluffs, I spent the night Afraid I might just die of fright And when the dawn at last did break All of the dead began to quake. The power drained from empty eyes As sunlight reached across the skies Touched, she writhed upon the beach Yet further still the beams did reach. They swept across her gory crew Who fell; puppets with strings cut through I stood, transfixed as the tide rose And shivered in my filthy clothes. I watched the corpses float to sea And knew no one would believe me If I to them, did run and tell About the night I spent in hell. Because the water swept away All evidence of their soiree I lack the courage to be bold– This pen's the only soul I've told.

Poor Zombie
By: Rhonda Parrish
Rotting Inside its skull Hearing worms whisper and Going mad while its future is Consumed.

The Color Of Shame
By: Rhonda Parrish
Drained of blood, he traded his eternity for hers. Sated, she smiled and licked stained lips the color of shame.

Vampiric Fluff
By: Rhonda Parrish
It was a dark and stormy night when Dracula came for a bite. In clothes of black, all lined with red he stalked his prey, and left them dead. His teeth grew long before my eyes, and shock, it left me paralyzed. "I vant to suck your blood," said he. "You'll be mine for eternity." "Oh no you don't," I shook my head. "No way you're getting me in bed -- I may be kinky, but you see, we share the same dark fam'ly tree." Then I smiled, and showed a fang he frowned and started to harangue. He ranted -- mad at being tricked, as though it's my fault he's so thick. I thought my coffin was a clue, or that my eyes are black, not blue. I guess it shows that blind desire can often have results quite dire. 'Twas lucky that I was awake to stop him 'fore he did partake. For who could guess at the effect if vampire drink from vampire neck?

Artwork copyright Erin Rose Tollefsin. For information on merchandise featuring her spooky artwork, please visit: her Kooky Spooky Art profile!


About the poet:
Rhonda Parrish has had her work included in several dozen publications and is the editor of her own, Niteblade Magazine (www.niteblade.com). She also writes erotica under pen names and her first kinky novel, The Duchess (www.midnyte.ca/the-duchess), has been released by Eternal Press. If you’re interested you can find out more about Rhonda and her work at her website, www.rhondaparrish.com.

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