I'll write poems.
The Blackest Gift
It is a night of blood, a song of dark desire,
wolves vent their howls. The immortal one
wakens.
Darkness shrouds her pale form,
a timeless desire.
Her midnight hair cascades over
pale shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
blood streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of darkness,
I hunger.
Poem 2
what you have done
what have you ruined?
a black cloud of betrayal as emotions scream.
once we drank of innocence,
innocent and hand in hand,
but your heart paled.
a hateful cloud of blood -
tears follow blood, follow death,
love burnt to ashes.
in a burst of sorrow,
i still love you.
Poem 2
Alone in Darkness
the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, cold and alone are we.
the emotion for which you sacrifice yourself
flares once, then dies,
devoured by guilt.
all hope must surely perish.
your heart beats no more.
how could you leave me?
our dark emotions surround us, crying,
we are fallen.
Hope you enjoyed them! See you soon!
 GothVampireSWE · Sun Aug 15, 2010 @ 08:58pm · 1 Comments |
