My Vampire's Aura
My free will is gone;
your aura commands me.
You draw me each night,
to ecstasy and pain.
You show me your beauty,
but I know it's not real.
Your beautiful face
masks a soul so dark.
After the pleasure,
you draw my life's blood.
You keep me alive
til' you need me no more.
The weaker I become,
the greater your pleasure.
My time is not long,
lest you make me undead.
Your promises are hollow;
I am one of many.
Bodies strewn through time,
discarded like waste.
Tonight will be special.
I have a treat for you.
The bright, silver dagger,
I found in your dresser.
When you take me in your arms,
I will end your undead being.
My life is spent,
but others will be spared
The Screaming Skull by F. Marion Crawford is a tale about an unusual skull. The story describes the man who owns the skull and its horrible effects on other people. Doesn't everybody have a pet skull? If not, then read this story.
