Psimon Posted May 10, 2003 Report Posted May 10, 2003 Red sky shadow (renamed) ********************** Blood spilt across the leaden skies, slips 'neath the blackest veil. Wary ones seek rest. Day dies, lest they be caught mid-trail. The twilight time is gone. Has passed, the hour at which I rise. Avoiding all that shadow casts, such goodness pains my eyes. My thirst, contempt, beyond the pale. Existence held to last. Hounded, hunted, to no avail. All these centuries past. Her alabaster flesh contrasts her life's-blood. Breast doth rise. She sleeps alone. My breath comes fast, foretaste of her demise. Menfolk curse and mother cries, o'er broken hill, down dale. In final sweet repose she lies. ...What joy, their mournful wail.
Tasslehoff Posted May 10, 2003 Report Posted May 10, 2003 Very good writting Psimon.. Though scary as it is, very well written.. Kinda makes me a bit scared of Vlad, not that I wasnt already though.
Amos Greywind Posted May 11, 2003 Report Posted May 11, 2003 Quite the mood your poem gives me... It is truly quite eerie
Alaeha Posted May 11, 2003 Report Posted May 11, 2003 I really like this... It shows Stereotypical Vampiric attitudes rather well... Or at least I think so. Quite the mood/feel to it, too.
Salinye Posted May 11, 2003 Report Posted May 11, 2003 *is now scared of Psimon. How could he capture that so well unless HE WAS TRULY A VAMPIRE????* *starts gathering a bag of stakes and holy water.* ~Salinye
Vlad Posted May 11, 2003 Report Posted May 11, 2003 awwwwwww.... /me feels loved! Very good Psi! *whispers into his wrists... "Salinye knows the plan... abort operation Rubik's Cube! Abort! Abort!"
Shadow of the Butterfly Posted May 12, 2003 Report Posted May 12, 2003 *gasps* Very very well done! Truly impressed am I, good friend.
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