Beware the Neelix

A Legendary Poem of the Vampire Nation

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MALUMUNUS

Stories pass from generation to generation
Of boogeymen, dark beasts, wicked feasts
Of child-eating harbingers, bringers of death
And foreboding terror to keep little ones in line.

But nothing compares to the Neelix —
Birthed from the beating heart of a banshee
Grafted onto the scaly body of a serpent,
United in sexual fervor with the darkest of mine.

The hellish concoction, mutation’s creation
Results in a hellion’s rebellion of madness incarnate,
Wings the size of trees, traveling across seas
And devouring like locusts everything it sees.

To accomplish my whim and wish, it exists
To persist in devious and devilish foray this day
With the aches and groans of a world dying
And the screams of gargoyles to life it frees.