Her eyes unholy ground
where strolls her deadly soul.
Her whispered touch
upon my blushing cheek
soft as the grave which seeks
a life to fill it.
Grey the feeling in my heart.
Too dark a thing this love
where love cannot exist,
where kisses cold insist,
that life be cruel, that
moon and star dismiss
themselves from heaven.
Dead her lips upon my brow,
dead her need for pleasantries;
I hold the dead within my arms…
home… she feels like home to me.
Author notes
Prompt: 7. http://th07.deviantart.net/fs37/300W/i/2009/151/6/9/Vampire_Bride_by_RedSigns.jpg
A contest entry
- Vampire Brides by completely mad.
900 points, ended August 20, 12 entries
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Too dark a thing this love ...*sigh*...this is so beautiful...
it makes me melt lol....I love the metaphors and wording you used in this piece, it was even more beautiful the second time I read it....
thank you so much for entering
and good luck..
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Thanks, CM! I loved the contest! I'm really enjoying my time on this site. I think I've found a place where writers really share and support each other.
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Wow Loved it!
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thanks, Aden!
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I love this! This is the perfect vampire bride, she seems so majestic and necromantic it's amazing. This poem has flawless flow and a tone of such desire for this dead woman of yours. Good luck in the contest!
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Well, I really do work on finding that right rhythm for a piece... but I feel like I'm getting a little too comfortable as a writer in this structure... need to look for another direction... But I do love working in the dark side... and I do try to find subtle bits of shivers... maybe I need to go deeper into more graphic images... don't know.
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