Vampire Forevermore

by Vampiredefreak

Published October 23, 2012

In Vampires

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Open the door

from the other side.

 

Greet me with

a jet black sky.

 

Take me from these bright lights,

and lead me through the

darkness of night.

 

Give me the lovely kiss

of death,

and lay my soul to rest.

 

Share your silver poison,

and make my flesh

of pale moonlight,

and dip my nails

in the black of night.

 

 

Color my eyes

of the reddest

rose.

 

Paint my lips

of a metallic kiss,

and seal away my cold dead heart

in stone.

 

~~

 

Wake me now

from the grave.

To live again

as the walking

undead.

 

Forevermore

we will rule

the night.

 

Only to hide

from scorching daylight.

For the burning

sun,

would melt

the flesh

off our silver bones.

 

 

Until,

the night is young again.

Then we fly once more,

and feast upon those

hot liquid rubies

we so adore.

 

With fangs like thorns.

No fears will form.

For I will roam Forevermore.

Comments & reviews · 2
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Impaired
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Impaired wrote a review Review · Oct 24, 2012

I love the decriptiveness and the imagery you put into this, staring into the face a creature who was born of beauty, wrapped in the blanket of the night sky, and weaned on blood. The flow goes nicely but does need more meter to help move it along. I am curious, was this inspired by the book Forevermore?

Thank you for the review! I wrote this a few years ago, I've never read that book.

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Rosamunroe
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Rosamunroe wrote a review Review · Oct 23, 2012

over all it was ok...
i did love the description like


For the burning
sun,
would melt
the flesh
off our silver bones.

i got vivid images in my head so that was great.

it was repetative though
because you kept rhyming night and light ... which is quite a cliche

i like the formation of the line breaks ... fancy

thank you for the read

Oh, thank you for the review. I didn't notice I did that with night and light.



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