This is a song length poem inspired by reading too many vampire stories and a bit too many listens to Werewolves of London. I can almost hear the song in my head.
Just Right
He stumbled in, shaky on his feet
looking for another bedtime treat
he scanned the bar for the one
just right for this kind of night
Hair slicked back. he spots his flirt
too tight shirt, just too little skirt
perfect for his twisted intentions
just right for this kind of night
Easily he leads her astray, and outside
soon his plan he could not hide
hiss ill intentions made her shiver
just right for his kind of night
Trapped within his bloody dream
she wondered if she should scream
but she just gave in, surrendered
just right for her kind of night
She stumbles in, shaky on her feet
looking for her next bedtime treat
she scanned the bar for the one
just right for her kind of night
Hair slicked back, she spots her lout
cocky and head sure, striking out
easy prey for one such as she
just right for her kind of night
Just right for her kind of night.
Of course the first thing I'd find when looking through your writing is something you wrote years ago. I too must have read to many dark little adventure stories, because this sounds like it would make a hot song! Did you ever do anything with it after posting it?
ReplyDeleteI haven't done anything with it. It is sitting in my folder of song ideas, with many others. Unfortunately just as I was settling in on with a new group and we were starting work on everyone's ideas it fizzled- and I got pregnant. Now my oldest is four and we have yet to get back into music work.
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