| Subject: Love is Art, Blood is Life; From The New Generation; A Vampyre Love Story |
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Date Posted: 22:35:07 03/27/02 Wed
Please remember that this poem is still a rough draft, and that I'm still looking on improving it. Hopefully you guys will be able to help me out!!! Thanks!!! LoL
In the dying light of the sun
In the fading beam of the stars
In the pale glow of the moon
You find the life full of scars
Your arms held out wide
As the wind blows through your hair
The rains dripping, dropping on your forehead
Thunder sounding but you have no care
You listen, as the sound of silence penetrates your heart
And you know in your mind that love is a reckless art.
He crept from the silent shadows
His hand would dearly embrace
His lips would touch and caress you
His footsteps leave no trace
He had come upon the night
Was into the darkness born
No, he needs no light
His heart is forlorn.
In the night that would embrace you
Forever hold you and encase you
He would find you in the corner
He would hold you close and love...?
His words are fervently spoken
Your blood boils, desire awoken
You breathe not at all
Back firmly against the wall
Those crimson orbs would scrutinize
Torment, tease, and tantalize
Until you’d nowhere left to go in your mind
No wall or door behind which you could hide
The lengthy pursuit continues on...
Even towards the light of dawn...
Those strong arms pull you close to him
You feel you chest pressing into his
The strength is overwhelming
Yet you can’t hear for the pounding in your ears
His breath leaves warmth on your skin
The warmth fades in a shear second
As those lips part to seemingly speak
Yet still he remains totally quiet.
It’s the eyes, how they glow and mesmerize,
Enchanting, alluring, yet fearsome
They tell you that you know not
What your mind would say is the truth
And as those lips part even more
Without words something becomes told
You tilt your head to the side
To let the fangs he possesses take hold
He moves in slowly, like a lithe cat
Ready to take what he wants
And in a heartbeat his mouth on your throat
Dipping into that sacred pool
Red essence runs onto his tongue, as it makes sure not to miss a drop
And though your screaming in your mind you know he’ll never stop
He drains the precious life from your body, and in so doing you grow limp
Only too pull away before you lose the life he could have kept
And then he looks upon you, only then speaking soft
“I would never let you die so young, thought I know I’ve caused you terrible strife...
Simply remember these 6 words, Love is Art, Blood is Life...”
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