The sky was dark ... Pitch black in fact,
The wind was brisk and cold as ice.
I had been riding for hours -at least it seemed,
I needed to find a place for the night.
A neon light glowed ... just ahead on the bend,
Beckoning my sore bones - a place to lie my head.
The “Vacancy” sign lit, a welcome sight indeed,
I pulled in, parked my bike, while sighing in relief.
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I heard the wind howling … singing it's song of the dead,
Walking up the BloodStone path, longing for a soft bed.
The bellboy took my bag as he smiled and gravely asked,
”Will you be staying alone Sir, or are you expecting any guests?"
I told him I was a drifter who just needed a room for the night,
A lonesome wolf who had just grown tired from his lonely ride.
The bellboy said "Very good Sir - I have just the room for you" 
As he led me down the darkened halls to a room called Crimson View.
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Upon entering I felt it - A rush of sadness and overwhelming grief,
I knew something sinister had happened here, I felt the misery.
I tipped the Bellboy his due and then I readied myself for bed,
The room was cloaked in crimson linen, blood red pillows for my head.
As I sank into it's softness, Startled ... I heard a deep agonizing moan,
I knew someone or something was there and knew I was not alone.
A coldness swept over me - like icy fingers touching my nude body,
Felt like I was being violated - by a presence that was ungodly.
~~~
The apparition showed itself – In the form of a beautiful woman.
Looking up into my eyes as she started slowly engulfing.
She licked her lips and smiled at me – As she went down for another taste.
Drawing hard she drank so deep not letting a drop to waste.
She lift her head with a soulful sigh – While gliding up to give me a kiss.
Hovering gracefully over me like a cloud of erotic mist.
We kissed each other so deeply – Tongues twisting and swapping souls.
Locked together in ecstasy as the room began to groan.
~~~
She arose to take me deep inside – Gripping hard with her guiding hand,
Plunging deep in wanton desire ~ that a mere man couldn’t understand.
With a need so raw and intense – To become one with the seed of life,
A never-ending craving ~ feeding, her constant desire to be alive.
She drinks in deep, my essence – My soul drawn from my mortal vessel,
Damned to eternal darkness ~ becoming one with this evil brothel.
I’m now a part of the madness – My soul ~ a prisoner of the BloodStone,
Forever bound to the sadness  - In this Hotel Hell that I call home.

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A woman then enters the hotel – Crying, that her Husband has disappeared.
Says “We had a fight, he took off on his bike and it’s the worst I do fear”
The bellboy greets and comforts her – And says
“He’s here Miss, He’s waiting for you”
As he leads her down the darkened halls to a room called Crimson View!

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