Pale Though Her Eyes

Pale Though Her Eyes
by Michael R. Burch

 
Pale though her eyes,
her lips are scarlet
from drinking of blood,
this child, this harlot
 

born of the night
and her heart, of darkness,
evil incarnate
to dance so reckless,
 

dreaming of blood,
her fangs--white--baring,
revealing her lust,
and her eyes, pale, staring ...
 

Originally published by Scarlett Memories, then performed on YouTube by G. M. Danielson

Reviews

[Curtis.Lenker]

I like this poem here. Great way to describe some one evil. Would not want to piss this lady off.

[Michael R. Burch]

Yes, she might extract her vengeance in blood!

[John the Baptist]

A portrait of voraciousness, this one reveals evil quite starkly. I would say you don't want to get on this lady's bad side, but that's probably the only one she has.

[Michael R. Burch]

Yes, but fortunately this young lady is a vampire and thus fictitious!