From the depths
of the soul
let it flow
let it flow;
torrential crimson rain
spewing forth in
ecstasy.
From the heart
of the mind
let it pour
into hand;
sweet cruor onto
blessed lips;
divinity itself.
From the tongue
into spirit,
let flesh absorb
its cool caress;
taking life unto my own
to be expelled
in gentle breath...
A simple kiss
of Satans mouth;
let it flow
let it flow.
Author notes
Nightmare you shall not revieve
this is a mere thing floating
in my veins; reflecting prompt
and state of mind
enjoy the ride.... and tell me of the experience...
I wish I could have delivered macabre, I'm sorry...
A contest entry
- Friday Frightmare by Immortal Obscurity.
300 points, ended August 10, 2008, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
How Do You Like My Soul? --- Critique
Comments
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Congratulation on silver great write
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*pushes liz's macabre muse* come out woman come out,
this seemed very... it was good BUT it wasnt macabre much or evil but oh wells i like it anyway, it seemed abit too soft. all my love,
your vampy xxx
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