Alone one day you walk at night
And imagined deaths you greet
Dismissing them until your hear
The sounds of pursuing feet
And when you speed so too do they
Like a hollow echo but discordant
Following you on your shaded way
Beyond the safety and light of day
And up and aloft the shivers creep
Like fingers oh so divine
Rising slowly from down below
To trace your curving spine
Chill upon your flesh they run
Like fingers of the dead
Creeping slow and ominous
Towards your clouded head
But twixt shoulders and head they slow
Though their caress does not abate
And with breath held back in fear
You stand and trembling await
Stand to hear the judgement of fate
Until imagined graspings become real
Searching you out for their need
And hot breath raises hairs on your neck
As the shadow closes in to feed
And in its grasp you close your eyes
And leaning back expose your throat
As dreamy images fill your vision
And your mind begins to float
Then seizing you the shade draws you in tight
And your pulse begins to race
As your are caught tight in the webs of night
In the Vampire's consuming embrace
A contest entry
- Group Contest for Fellow Dark and Horror Writers of all Skill Levels Group Members by Lord Merlynn.
300 points, ended November 19, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Vampires! by poisonivystar4.
700 points, ended November 28, 61 entries
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My first, and perhaps last, (who knows really) vampire poem.... comments welcome
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A tad hard to read, but I liked it.
Good luck in the contest!
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there is a certainty of being stalked at night, which is most terrifying, there is also a stalking at night we do upon ourselves which is in many ways almost as bad or as good as we desire our desires to be for us; captivated by the pace, the tones (dark dark notes of almost oboe tension, reds, blues, purples, whites, sheer sheer whites, and the shadows water casts but no one ever sees), as well as the subtle endword rymes (sp) which are sweet and not really hearable, but palpable ... this whole thing has soft notes pinging off each other all the way through ... sensual, and full of tension ... I think this may be what it is like to make love to the simple night, or be consumed by it, or both ... very good indeed ... Moqui
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this one is captivating. to kow that you are being stalked, and not knowing what or whom it is.
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This is a very good write, although it was quite hard to read and I had to highlight it. Usually, I skip over a piece that I cant read, as Im sure a lot of people do on AP. THis is a good piece, well written and powerful.
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this was very good, and to think it was your frist vampire poem, with the exelent job you did on this that shows that you have a talent that you should look into exploreing. and with just a little pratice you could write a ture masterpice of this art.
Much Love: The Night Lord King Of Bats(aka shadow of the void)
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