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Wednesday, November 12, 2008


By day, by night, she is a mother,
regardless of her viciousness.
At times, by day she’s also…vampire…
as wicked as a mini-witch.

Her wings are silver as a spirit,
her eyes, vermillion as carrot.
Her stealth is ninja-like – beware! –
her flight is silent through the air.

The prick she takes is practised, wary,
unfelt and quick, as if a word.
Oh villain, stealing precious blood!
Upon your vicious crime I’ll tarry:

you feed your monstrous little babes
at my expense! You’ll pay someday!


  1. Ooo, I came back to your blog for a nice sonnet about bloodsuckers. This one's great. :)


  2. Bloodsucking mosquitoes...a love/hate relationship...they love our blood, we hate their guts. Glad you guys enjoyed reading this one!

  3. This kinda remind me of Grendel's mother.

  4. I wonder if there'll be a Beowulf to save us Danes.

  5. Hmm, I dunno...they sure don't make Beowulfs as well as they used to!


A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

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