I will kill you. You will be dead.
I shall yet live, undead, well fed
Where babies once bounced upon rocks
While I drew upon those in stocks:
There my silo shall be, no wheat
Stocked grannary, but blood bank, feat
Set, not in circles bound by iron
Chains, nor any need I change from
Garments stained with crimson drawn out
From ones who shall never scar, let
Myself fete at whim, even swim,
In that Welling of Unlosing
When I revim Vladimir's Hymn.
Author notes
1: qv. "From Out Eternity" (among others of my Vampric and Vampiric poems), http://allpoetry.com/poem/2900010 .
A contest entry
- ~Darkest Of Dark~ by XxMysticalFantasyxX.
450 points, ended April 30, 2007, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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wow, creative and disturbing. I like it!!!
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Verry well done...this poem was very creative and the words had a great flow. Thank you for entering my contest and I wish you the best of luck. Keep writing you are a very talented poet!
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I Can mNot Help But Drink...
All Too True ....
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