Daughters Of Darkness Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Females talked, females stalked
Were you the latest one they tricked into going for help?

That's the oldest trick in the book
On a night's walk, run into three women and they ask for your help
No one will ever see you again

Passion formatted, passion overstated
Followed from a public place to a private place and all you did was keep your head down

They were laying waste to an unprepared people
Like the harpy stealing food from and tormenting a blind man
Jolly bankrupt layabouts

An infamous countess who bathed in the blood of young girls as If it was milk
Made many an excuse for a spontaneous sleepover
And was her youth reclaimed with this virginal blood?

Could I reclaim anything that was lost from these mystery girls?
Know that reclaim is not the right word in that case
Can never reclaim anything that wasn't yours in the first place