Her dark haunting green eyes blaze and sharp white fangs
glisten in the darkness as she slowly floats through the
forest under the full moon's light on a bitterly cold
and eerie night. Billowing lacy black sleeves gently wave
in the wind as her full blood red lips curl in evil anticipation.
An old ivory pendant slowly swings between her cold
heavy creamy white breasts as she sings her soft siren's
call to the living dead calling for them to arise out
of the darkness of eternal sleep to seek revenge upon
the unwary and hapless villagers on this terror filled night.
Donavon Scott Vinson