With the black raven of rebellion
perched on her shoulder,
Sarah snuck out of the house,
heeding all that it told her.
She climbed down the fire escape
in the inky black midnight void,
succumbing to the dark hisses
that the heinous raven so enjoyed.
She ventured into the vile lair
of beer and demon’s spawn,
lusting for a taste of freedom
and the raven’s promised con.
But one taste left her addicted,
a fatally infatuated vampire
drawn to every droplet of blood,
engulfed in unbounded desire.
And once her thirst had been sated,
fangs dripping onto the broken rubble,
she found herself alone and stranded,
her once virtuous world dissolved into trouble.
One beak had burst her bubble.
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