Bats Blood Poetry Competition

The competition awaits you…

The taste of Transylvania: Part 2

As I stood and turned to face him his knowing eyes drank in mine and I could feel myself being lost in his darkness.  He moved closer taking my face in his cold hand. His presence commanding and strong.  He overwhelmed me.  I let out a soft breath from my wine soaked lips as I gazed longingly at his face, searching his eyes, willing his mouth to kiss mine.  He gently ran a finger across my lips and then tilted my chin, exposing my neck up to the moonlight as his finger travelled slowly down my throat; his salacious gaze tracing its movement.  I closed my eyes, relishing in the pleasure of his simple touch.  He followed the outline of my antique ruby necklace as it lay against my chest; my slightly moist skin holding it in place with the heat of the evening. The heat of the moment.  The night was silent bar the quickening sounds of my breath and the inner thudding of my heart.  I could feel the Bats Blood wine working its way through my body.  Intoxicating.  My head was dizzy. Spinning with thoughts and dreams and wine.  He lowered his mouth to my collar bone, gently brushing his lips along the curve of the bone and up the side of my stretched neck.  His cool breath awakening every nerve as he travelled to my ear and whispered:
 ‘ Innocent beauty, my sweet divine
  Who’s soul shows love so pure.
  Yield unto me thy heart so fine,
  ‘Tis you, as bride, I dream to lure.
  Oh, night so dark it does eclipse
  The shine of your bright eyes.
  To taste the wine upon your lips,
  Before the passion ebbs and dies.
  Bring forth to me, the deepest souls
  Who drink the Bats Blood wine,
  That they may take their scribing tools
  And pen to me impassioned lines.’  ‘
“Of course, my Master” I breathed….
And so we have it. The Competition- calling all writers, wannabe writers, poets and wordsmiths to the fore. My master has commanded me to set up a chance for you to have your stanza featured on the labels on a bottle run of the legendary, Transylvanian, red wine “Bats Blood”  The competition is featured in the UK’s bestselling ‘Writing Magazine’ which is available in all UK major newsagents. There is a picture of the competition page below for those unable to locate this magazine. Also the competition rules are listed.
I expect to be impressed.  My Master expects to be moved.  You wouldn’t want to disappoint him…
Juliette Smith