I look around..
Waiting for my prince
The darkness seeping into my pores
I reval in the moons light
As my dress moves as I move
My crown held high
I see him..
Standing behind me....
The evil smile crosses his face,
As he comes toward me..
I run, the dress cutting off my air
The foots steps clomp behind me
I feel his breath on my neck..
And silently I tell you
How much I love you..
I picture your face,
As he grabs me down...
I cry a single tear..
For I won't be
Your Dark Princess anymore
Author notes
"Darkened Decadence" I would like to thank Konstantin 'Kostas' Alexandroff from Devinart for my picture
A contest entry
- Darkened Decadence No PW by Lost Vampyre Angel.
1000 points, ended September 4, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this is very sad alittle cliche but not too bad, i like it, its very nicely penned and you made a great effort
best of luck in the contest
all my love
kitty xxx -
Quite a sad tale you've told, dark sorrow, the best kind. An excellent take on the picture, all the best in the contest
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