She was a fair maiden known to all; eyes blue as oceans, hair red as the fall;
ruby red lips and voice soft as silk; laughter like rainbows and skin like milk.
All were entranced by her beauty fair; flowers and gifts adorned her lair.
Hers was a life that was secret to most; neither here nor there, almost like a ghost.
One day a young man happened upon her face; surely an angel fallen from grace
he thought to himself while he followed her home. After many miles in darkness he roamed,
he came upon her castle, darkest against dark; in very fews windows there loomed a spark
from candles slow-burning through the haze; so high in the clouds-he was clearly amazed.
He walked through the gate and tripped upon thorns; they caught him and bled him til his skin was worn
with welts and bruises and blood, darkest red-but her face would no be erased from his head.
He kept on until he finally reached the door, and all he expected-perhaps even more
was spread out before him-a sight to all eyes; and right in the middle, his special surprise-
the redheaded maiden draped on the chaise; a platinum goblet to her mouth was raised.
She smiled and her eyes smoldered as she met his eyes; the want inside was hard to disguise.
'Come, have a drink' was all she had to say, and he knew in his heart he could never betray
for her words were binding, signature in blood; her voice was an opera, a serene flood.
He took the goblet from her soft hands, and drank from it giving in to all her demands.
Then laughter erupted sweet turned to dark, and he felt a rapture inside of his heart.
He fell to the floor as she rose up above him; and bent to his neck to drink his life's essence from him.
He quivered once more as his heart came to halt, as she licked her lips and excess from the asphalt.
Daylight faded to darkness through the stained glass; and into darker realms his soul passed.
When the wolf called to signal the night, he leapt up in pain, agony, fright,
and there she sat at the foot of his bed, 'Find comfort, my darling, for you are now the undead.'
Author notes
11. Vampire King
http://i43.tinypic.com/23u258m.jpg
What a dark mind will think up in five minutes at 4 AM.
Poetry is the best for letting things out
A contest entry
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wooooowww what can i say geart peace of work one of the best vampire poems iv read in a long time
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I think the poem goes well with the picture. I like your rhyme and last line of the poem stating that he is now part of the undead. At first, I thought he was the vampire and that she was the innocent human girl but I was wrong - nice twist!
Thanks for entering my contest!
Blessings,
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oooooooo very dark and intense write I loved reading it!
sorry it has taken me so long to comment as I have been ill I hope you can forgive me -
I loveeee that last line, what she says. This is a wonderful piece. Very descriptive.
Good Luck,
Erika
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Intense ~ especially for being 4 am ~ sometimes I think that when I lack sleep I reach places within my soul ~ I've never seem to reach any other time~
Nice job~ definately enjoyed the read ~ and I'm a total Anne Rice fan~
Thanks for entering the "Set the Bar" Contest ~ good luck to you~ -
Certainly a very deep dark piece. I enjoyed the detail, I could picture everything every step of the way. It flows gracefully, the words just rolling of your tongue, building up the suspense along the way. You closed it wonderfully. Best of luck in my contest and Merry Christmas!
Pink x
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