Glittering fangs flash in the night
in a deadly game of hunter and hunted,
your wildest nightmares shall take flight.
in the darkness your senses are blunted.
Fluttering cape whispers a silent hello
with only the sound of silence in answer,
sunken faces with eyes so sallow,
drained to dust by a bloody necromancer.
Terror consumes you
rising like a flood,
turns your toes blue,
and chills your very blood.
Running gets you nowhere,
I had tried that,
Mistress gets you anyways,
no matter where your at.
Mistress, my one and only,
my life and death
my demonic angel.
She gives me life in death.
But for you,
Its too late.
Author notes
A strange poem...
Written May 19th, 2006
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AH I LOVE THIS TOO!!!
Any ways, no, this really really really reminds me of one of my old girl-friends... lol. SHe was EXACTLY like that... well almost without the deadly part... oh well. Thanks At! -
Lovely. Very Dracula-esque. I read it and in the back of my mind I kept seeing ancient castles lost in Transylvanian mist. I really love how you kept the plot open at the end as well. Nicely done!
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Wow
Wow, i really like this, i agree with the goth lady,...Great Write sweety!
~~Britt
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I had both of those ideas in my head when I wrote this. But I couldnt pick between the two, so I left it open
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Twistedly Awsome
This could go either way. From a alpha partner to fate and death itself. I like "Mistress, my one and only, my life and death my demonic angel. She gives me life in death." thats where the plot can change or be created.
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