Undead beats of a stony blackened heart
Shrouded in mist of unrestful home
Upon agonizing earth; cold, dark, and damp
Is where this nightly creature roams
He pillages not for money, nor goods,
But instead, he'll steal your wicked soul
But I, his mistress of the night
Wait for his thirst to make me whole
Till when time is right, I'll join his grave
To possess my soul, and his blood I'll crave
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A contest entry
- PIF 10 Lines on Picture Prompt by Riftkin.
625 points, ended August 4, 2007, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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not bad i like it alot
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great take and thank you for entering
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wow, vampirish! i liked it, very nicely penned!
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