The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
Deadly Grotto
by Wynelda Ann Deaver
Come they told me in the darkest night,
Come and find the fortress beyond sight,
Where the golden glow
Warms the vampire’s skin,
Where demons wait idly by,
Waiting to consume a sin,
An underground grotto, perfect
For a siren’s call.
.
So, I’ll sing to the sinners
I’ll sing to the saints
And we, the beloved of night,
Shall feast.
Fiction © Copyright Wynelda Ann Deaver
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com.
More about Wynelda Ann Deaver:
Wynelda Ann Deaver writes in the world of dark and twisty fantasy. She is in her own words a ‘girly girl’ who loves scrapbooking. Wynelda is extremely family oriented – her father is her best friend, and her son is the light of her life. If you’d like to read more about Wynelda, please visit her online at Wynword’s Weblog.
Spreading the Writer's Word 
Love the rhyme and rhythm of this poem – the perfect lure for a hungry vampire
Chillingly lyrical and utterly enchanting. A lullaby for the damned! I love how the rhythm pulls you in, and that final line lands like a whispered promise in the dark.