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Found Creative Writings #2 - Attraction
Aug. 26th, 2013 12:11 pmAttraction
A cool November night, two young tourists
trek through the Transylvanian countryside to see
the place that gave birth to vampires.
They cross a snakelike path; they clasp each other's hand.
Earlier that day, in the village where they were staying, old women
sold protective leather amulets and sharp smelling potions.
"Eye of newt, and toe of frog," Angela whispered as they passed by.
"Wool of bat, and tongue of dog," was Daemon's reply.
The castle silhouetted by the ashen moonlight
Its weather-battered, stone carcass stands
as a monument to the hot temper and bloody decisions
of Prince Vlad Tepes ... Dracula.
Angela turns to Daemon to say something, but the words get
caught in her throat as a cold wind kisses her neck.
A cool November night, two young tourists
trek through the Transylvanian countryside to see
the place that gave birth to vampires.
They cross a snakelike path; they clasp each other's hand.
Earlier that day, in the village where they were staying, old women
sold protective leather amulets and sharp smelling potions.
"Eye of newt, and toe of frog," Angela whispered as they passed by.
"Wool of bat, and tongue of dog," was Daemon's reply.
The castle silhouetted by the ashen moonlight
Its weather-battered, stone carcass stands
as a monument to the hot temper and bloody decisions
of Prince Vlad Tepes ... Dracula.
Angela turns to Daemon to say something, but the words get
caught in her throat as a cold wind kisses her neck.
