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Her pale skin was ghostly white

in the carnival lights

Watching the sights

Of those who walked by

Unaware of the hunger she had

For the blood in their veins

So hot and warm

It was what she craved



The clown tied balloons

Into funny shapes

The fire eating man

Making the crowd go wild

As the breaded lady watched

The strong man

Lifting a small car.



Sounds of food vendors

Calls out to the crowd

Mixed with the ringleaders

As they bid for the spare coin

Little to spare

In this small town.



The noise of laughter

Cheer and joy

Set her nerves on edge

Into the darkness

Waiting for right time

She kept hidden



The night clocked her

Called to her soul

As the dark woods

Just outside

The ring of lights



As the music floated on air

The fiberglass horses roamed

In a circle so bright

She spotted him

And moved forward

To make her call.





“Come to me”

He glanced up from his date

“Join me in the woods”

His eyes meet hers

And she knew

“Come along, for you must obey.”

Heated words exchanged

The first date ruined by

His leaving her with harsh words

But follow her he must

Into the darkness

Mind, body and soul.



She lead the way

Unseen by all

But for the young man

Who followed

She glided over the grass and leaves

The fall colors unnoticed

The death of the earth

She took him deeper

Into the woods

Away from the lights

Deep into the darkness



He tripped on fallen unseen things

His knees taking the blunt

The jeans torn

The scent of blood from

His scratches and cuts.

She disappeared

The gypsy colorful skirt

Gone from his site.



Her voice spoke

A calm taking over

“Lay down, I want to be with you this night.”

He laid on the cold ground

His eyes darting from side to side

Hearing rustles in the leaves

A owl flies by.

He waits for her

This gypsy woman

Of the woods.



She walked to him

Her feet not making a sound

“Tonight will you give yourself?”

She asked

Standing above him

Her long black hair

Falling around her face

Her delicate hands

Pulling at her blouse.



His breath caught

As her breast

Came to be bare

“Yes” he spoke

A weak whisper

In the night.

She smiled down at him

As she sat beside

Taking his hand

Kissing and licking

The scratches clean



Like a cat

With a bowl of cream

She closed her eyes

A soft sigh of pleasure.

He laid there on the ground

In the darkness

The carnal long

Forgotten



She open her eyes

A different shade

Then before

Red mixed

With the black

He pulled at his hand

But only pulled

Her closer

“I will not let you go now.”

She whispered to him

Her voice deeper

The words slurred



She landed on top

Her bare breast flatten

As he hands moved

To pull his shirt open

Baring his neck

She rub her face against his

The need to have

His heart beating

As only fear can bring

Had her bite his ear

The last words he

Would hear

Whispered softly



“You should never follow

A gypsy woman into the night”

His eyes landed on her own

A loud scream

As he watched her change

Her teeth grew

Fangs appeared

Her teeth grew sharp

Her mouth open wide

Wider then any human

Her eyes turned red

Her brow twisted

As her cheekbones

Stood out.



A pain at his chest

Looking down to see her fingers

Grow long and sharp

Dug into his chest

To cause pain

Fear had his heart racing

As she wished

Just before she tore

Into his neck.

His scream grew softer

Come down to a wimper

As even that ended

As does his life.



She adsorbed his heat

The scent of musk

As her throat filled

With the hot blood

She drank and drank

Uncaring for his soul

As she feed her hunger

Letting it go.



She felt the body

Under her

Grow as chilled

As the ground

As she took

All he held

And left him

As dead as she.



She cupped his face

Her hands soiled

In his blood

“With your death

My life will

Be kept.”

She left him

Laying on the ground

His throat rip open

Eyes dead

To the world.



He made sure the

Last truck pulled out

As he paid the farmer

The last cent for

The use of his land

“Come back again”

He was told

“Sure, maybe next season.”

He pulled out on

The road

Going thru town

As the flyer started

Going up on

Street signs and

Utility poles.



He felt her power

Full of blood

As he heard

Her voice

From the coffin

Hidden under

His home of wheels

“Let’s return in

20 years or so.”



The gypsy face

Painted on the side

Telling of your fortune

And life events

“Love, wealth,

And when you will die.”