how dost thy days wan?
all light but shadow to dawn
does not thou god spare a sigh?
for one lost soul that temptress is I
blood runs but by these veins
carnal of death in human remains
smiles pierced in inklings of trust
vehement to mere servings of thy lust
by thy hand thee graze the undead
my fangs taste warmth in thine dread
nigh, I will but take ye on flight
to thy pitch, most hideous of nights
thy soul no longer shall ye own
tempest to fate, finalities moan
but rise to the dusk nocturnal rest
be but one to my heart darkly blessed
by thy pulse in Hades we entwine
nightshade thy groom thou art mine
A contest entry
- Darke-hearte. by Dragonmind.
700 points, ended November 14, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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Your words are so intoxicating and real, a wonderful piece of art you have penned.
Well Done...Best of luck in the contest
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mmmm, you've used much of my language to gross effect, and now, by the amount of pulse I have left, I leave you with an applause of well done, this is almost cold blooded,
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Dark. Really nice. One of the few who actually took to writing a dark poem. It's filled with imagery. I can see and feel it happening. It's mesmerizing and drags me into the plot. Nice work, keep penning ^.^
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thumbs up
darkly blessed indeed
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