I was born to darkness, a long, long time ago
by one I thought was my true love, though
she proved to be not so. I damned her name
for countless years before I came to feel, ‘twas
boon, not curse, she had on me bestowed.
I’ve come to treasure darkness and
it’s power that through me surges
as I pursue my feast; ‘neath heaven’s
bright stars in the ebon skies above.
I’ve come to love the terror filled cries and
wailing pleas of the mortals that I take, that offer
such sweet symphony through the hours of my play.
And this, their tearful litany, most always ends the same,
praying me to end it all, and send them to their grave.
When I have granted all they wish, I sip
out my silver cup, a sweet, heady nectar
from their beating hearts, and use those warm
salt tears they weep, to cleanse me when I bathe.
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I've reworked this. Not sure if its better or not. 
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i liked it,i love the darkness and the demons,this is an awesome write
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Nice job. This is dark and twisted. Very well done.
Mike
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Power, Power the hour of despair is upon those whom would dare stand in thine presence let them weep at the souls of your as unworthy as they are surely they would never have thanks enough to give nevermind that sweet nectar you crave to bathe in ever so vividly.
I like it, I like it so!
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Something from the Twi-light zone or Steve King. My the darkside at it's best. Beware of the pure bred blood suckers. A pleasure to read.
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Well done poet
The last stanza rocked
Thanks for the share
Darky
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Beautiful Poem
This was quite lovely and heartfelt. You have captured the sadness of lost love so well. I and many others will relate so well to your words. .
Take care. Hugs and Smiles, Sandy
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