The Paris moon laying above
Illuminating this darkened path
Alone but with the ghosts
This graveyard in my heart
Captured and forever remembered
A hundred years ago more
I stood at my grave
A tear to mourne my death
I stand here not a ghost
But I am dead inside
She stood five feet tall
A gorgeous beauty
Pale flesh, red lips
Eyes deep as her soul
Black as her heart
We met that night
January 5th 1646
She told me I was her one
Said she was alone
And I was her only knight
I saved her from the cold
Being alone
I could relate to this
A lone peasent, poor
I can't stop remembering her
Her pale flesh so alive
And so dead
Reflected the moons light
Her silver skin had me
And we walk with the ghosts
Alone in their home
Just us and them
She gave me a glance and a grin
And knocked on a tomb
The door gave way
Opened so gracefully
Inviting us to stay
But for how long?
A hundred years more have past
Since that night
January
Cold we were burning away
Slipped away our cloth restraints
A hand slowly to caress
That silver flesh of her
My heart pounding hard
But for how long?
I gasp her name
And now I am hers
Indulge my life to hers
Head rushing with unclarity
As I indulge in her
Silver flesh so soft and cold
But so warm and alive
I am in this heaven
Burried six feet under
My love she smells of death
Roses wilted spread around
We lie here and you whisper
Eternal life you behold
Eternal life you share not
A sting, a bite
The pain, pleasure
It's all over now
And she feeds
Leaving me cold, alone
Skeletons surround our bed
Laying lifeless bleeding
Eyes close and I sleep
To awaken naked and alone
Hundred more years past
I awaken to shut doors
The crypt I escape
My own grave
Wandering the streets
Bustling and confusing
Lights flashing
The night so alive
I can't see the moon
Her glow not here now
Where is my love?
Where is she?
Bumping and stumbling
Mounds of flesh around me
And my hunger mounts
A million eyes
Strange carriages
Cold and alone
But the ghosts of old
I lie and wheep
I've lost it all now
A contest entry
- Beautiful Gothic/Fantasy Contest by DancingShadowCorpse.
645 points, ended June 29, 2007, 11 entries
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