The unopened envelope lay tossed
on the gleaming red formica kitchen table.
Candlelight softened the pen strokes etched into it's surface.
she knew who sent it.
Laughing, bold and beautiful ... he was all of that,
but he was also rash and hurtful
and more often then not, just plain cruel.
Her inner being stung from his constant torments.
Rarely if ever did he considered the feelings of others.
Forever immersed in the hostile pursuit of the truth
he was and is a slave to his whims.
And trust me, they are aplenty.
Each letter slashed into the fine grain of the envelope
reflects the visible power of the man.
Tall and muscular, his jet black hair shines with vitality.
Dark green eyes stare out of a face of an Adonis.
However, the not so visible side of his nature tells the real story...
She'd often marvel at the images he'd paint.
Each stroke of the brush revealed his true passions.
Merely reading her name and address made her feel weak.
Each slope and curve he had penned reminded her of his lovemaking.
I was such an idiot!, she thought.
She was young and foolish back then
...but not for long.
You see, something happened,
and in that one single moment,
she was forever changed.
Of course he was the key.
Balance rarely hangs on quiet dog day afternoons.
rather it tosses and turns on the restless winds of life,
forever teetering toward the brink of calamity.
Human being are so fragile.
The masses so very naive ...
but alas no longer she.
She'd remember that stunning moment
of absolute truth for all eternity. ..
But could never, ever, re-live it.
It's absoluteness sucked every last ounce
of innocence from her body, mind and soul.
She was hollowed, jaded.
Soulless, she tried to live quietly.
Tried to blend in.
Tried to forget what she was.
He haunted her.
He taunted her.
He said he loved what she had become.
Said he wants to be with her
To hunt with her.
To feed in united passion.
I'll not open the letter,
she mused...
She never did.
She'd just pack up and leave
like she had a thousand times before.
There was always another place needing a nurse.
Another supervisor delighted with someone who'd only works the night shift.
Although she only took the dying or the terminally ill,
She despised her thirst.
He seeks me for the hunt, she grimaced,
... and for my rage.
It was once so mighty.
Her despair so great...
It delighted him to see her so debased.
Yes, I erred .. she thought for the millionth time,
but I was only human.
The idea was intoxicating ...
To be young and beautiful and powerful ...forever!
What seemed so right then
became her liege.
Yes I hate him, she thought, packing a few items.
Yes she hated him with every fibre of her undead flesh
...yet she had forgiven him.
Was she not then divine?
A contest entry
- Tell Me a Story by Lime Ocarina.
700 points, ended April 22, 22 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - TWILIGHT!!! by Smiles.Upside.Down..
400 points, ended November 8, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I love how you explore the feelings a vampire goes through of regret for being what they are. There is something so beautul and yet haunting about this piece. My only question is whose perspective is this from?
Amazing write!! Good luck in the contest!
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I cannnot lie about this-it was truely compelling and haunting.
Well done and thank you for the entry!
Best of luck.
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Truly captivating story. Excellent take on the prompt. A worthy gold. Congratulations. I an near silent with the intensity of this piece. Exceptional story. ~Pamela
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This was terrific - either the product of a wonderfully imaginative mind or the sad story of someone who has lived a sorrow filled life. I was captured by the first line and embraced every word. Like a well loved novel, I was sorry to see this end. Thank you for your entry. Peace, Liz
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A Hammer Horror masterpiece! I loved this!
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lianonsidhe
Thanks you! I do enjoy the dark side ...but not blatant gore. The imagination is so much richer don't you think?
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Applause-Applause-Applause!
What a lovely dark and illuminating poem/story this
was!
many essences of it you revealed in layers of depth
and wise metaphor heights!
fabulous!
My gawd....where you buy your ink? ! ? !!!!!
thankyou for sharing a great poem we can all
learn from and enjoy!
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ears2hearyou
Goodness! I am honoured by your words. You made my day!
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Dark
But not bloody. I like this story poem. I envy the talent behind the pen.
Joe
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Tennessee-Joe
Again I thank you. I like to experiment with different styles and when even one person likes it, well, I'm thrilled!
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This reads as both powerful poetry and story. So very well done! Pam
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sandybeaches
Thank you so much!
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While quite poetic, this seems like a well-written page out of a novel or mystery. The character's images are revealed within a whirlwind of feeling.
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JazzALTernative
Thanks, I do enjoy trying different things. I am glad you liked it!
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oooooh I loooved this.
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SweetJane
Ah now, m'lady of the black rose, it would be of that ilk now wouldn't it!
Thanks so very much!
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