The crypt
Welcome to the crypt my sweet, I know it's late at night, I thought I'd invite you here, to share a little bite
Come see what I've brought you, I'm sure she won't be missed, she's fresh and ready for you, a virgin as you wished
She's laying on the gravestone, yes I know it's cliche that she's dressed in white, it wasn't done deliberately, it's what she wore tonight
I bring her to you as a gift, to show my fealty to my Queen, to show I'm your faithful slave, the most loyal that there's been
So feed my Vampire Queen, drink the blood fresh from her veins, then I will clear up the mess that's left, I'll deal with her remains
Is there anything else I can do my Queen, all you need to do is ask, I'm your humble servant, just give to me a task
I hope once I've proved myself, you will feed off me until I turn, then I can be a Vampire slave and serve you as I yearn
Then I can bring you anything, fresh blood each night to sip, brought to you late at night, whilst you're in the crypt
THE KINKY POET