Thick dust to clot the throat
Of the one who enters my library
No fairy tale more grim
Than the ones written here with the milk of human suffering
Snap, snap, snap, snap
The noise of my boots on the cold stone floor
I retrieve the collection of my favourite books
And fill my head with thoughts of guilty human blood
Carthage. Bosworth. Waterloo. Sekigahara. Ypres. Auschwitz.
Birthing-pools for my angry litter
Raging spirits of murder
Murder in revenge of murder, to compound yet more bloody murder
Wars that never die
No sound but my own excited breathing
And the slight noise of a page turned
Untold numbers
Of lives that gain meaning
Only in death
Warriors that fought for peace
And died for war
Noble father of the fiefdom
And the noble son who serves war
Together ride to war 'gainst villains and curs
Black-tipped arrows treated with poison
And the father writhes in the dirt and dust
Entrusts his wretched atonement to his son
Whose great voice launches a thousand ships
And ten times those soldiers ride to the enemy's fiefdom
Whose noble father and noble son ride to war 'gainst villains and curs...
Truly a timeless tale.
The vampires who feed on human blood
Never suffer famine
The gods who play games with the deaths of men
Are never short of pieces
And the vampires are not immortal
Their bodies will die and rot in the mud
What is immortal
What never dies
Is the one who comes and inherits the bloodlust
Time after time after time
In the black seas of blood
A contest entry
- Everything you want! by xxvampyregirlxx.
490 points, ended December 20, 2008, 28 entries
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This poem was very constipated, and I felt that it rather lacked in many areas. Overall, a disappointing attempt. Please put more happiness into your poems as I feel they are very overshadowed and may well sink me even lower into my sadness..
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Many of them aren't intended to be cheerful. It all depends on the viewpoint. This poem is written from the viewpoint of one who takes joy in suffering. I happen to like this work and many others do so as well, so I won't be changing it.
Sorry you didn't like it, and thank you in any case for commenting honestly.
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amazing
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FUCK
HOLY FUCKIN DAMN I WISH I COULD WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THAT IT IS AMAISING YOU MUST GET RLLY DEEP DOWN INTO THOUGHT
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great! love always
erica carnea
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very discriptive and your imagery is fantastic. its quite alluring in a sense. now this is definatly what i call a true dark piece. wonderfully written
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exceedingly dark and luxuriously full
metaphors and nightmare imagery...wars and blood, vampires...especially loved the stanza
the vampires who feed on human blood
never suffer famine
the gods who play games with the deaths of men
are never short of pieces...
excellent lines to evoke a sense of the senseless cruelty of the human condition
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very deep and very rawr...love it "No sound but my own excited breathing
And the slight noise of a page turned
Untold numbers
Of lives that gain meaning
Only in death
Warriors that fought for peace
And died for war" took my breath away...what part of england do you live in?
amazing!
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Thank you very much for your comment. I live in Derbyshire, why do you ask? Is it a county known for manic depressives or something
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"No fairy tale more grim
Than the ones written here with the milk of human suffering"
Wow - dark and descriptive, I loved those lines because they create such an image in my mind, and are written with such truth. Great Write!
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Thank you for commenting.
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