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A poetess of great imagination,
she writes of vampires with long slim fingers,
of vampiras reaching round the necks of handsome victims.
Hungering, thirsting for the taste of warm sweet blood.
She writes of goddesses of passion and of death.
My imagination hungers, thirsts for the taste
of warm sweet words to flow
like the blood of Vampira's victims.
I reach with the long slim fingers of my mind
for such words to find.
An artist of great imagination,
she sketches Vampira portraits.
To others, they appear to be just sketches.
They seem self portrait like to me.
So vividly I see this poetess and artist
as the Goddess Vampira,
when I give in to the temptation
of using my own great imagination.
Dear Alex, thanks for the inspiration.
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