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A tasty treat, I hope. A sliver of garlic always makes it better, I think. Another great Mag Prompt from Tess.....thanks!
THE VAMPIRE'S BRUNCH
A walk in the fog of dawn
might unleash a shroud of wings,
wakeful on the horizon of desire.
Searing eyes eat me before we touch,
and the toothy vampire will be happy
only when my bloody skin sticks to his.
Before he has the power to dissolve my soul
and send me straight to hell, I have something
to whisper into this demon's ear:
I've got a fat clove of garlic,
when smashed and sniffed,
will save a damsel like me!
A lei of Allium Sativum round my pale neck
may look like flowers to the impaler,
but if this old bat mistakes me
for a Vampire's Brunch,
myths and garlic
will ruin his munch.
Footnote #1:
When Satan left the Garden, garlic arose in his left footprint and the onion in his right. Remember to rub some Allium Sativum on chimneys and keyholes to keep the imp from coming in.
Footnote #2:
Alliumphobia/ fear of garlic.
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