Psimon Posted May 13, 2003 Report Posted May 13, 2003 Pulse ****************************** The night's reflections, shadows all, holds maiden still, mine to enthrall. Her eyes fly wide, her fate between the cold hard rock and force unseen. I do not know her, nor shall I. I've no more pity left to cry, for those that fall under my curse, for the lost souls I savour first. This loneliness, this night takes wing. No exultations do I sing, except to that which gives me power, and causes them to cringe and cower. This lust is base, bereft of laws, and drives me onwards, burning cause. The taste of crimson must I crave to keep me from my hellish grave. So to the task I bend my will, pure, sweet life-blood for to spill. A need, a drive, that moment when I feel the pulse of life again... ******************************* Does anyone else feel thirsty? *shrugs*
Peredhil Posted May 13, 2003 Report Posted May 13, 2003 heh, Makes me want to reread Saberhagen's "Thorn" again...
smallscale_mind_games Posted May 13, 2003 Report Posted May 13, 2003 Argh, I thirst for their sweet, sweet blood-candies. Awesome poem, I love the way your stuff flows. May I put a sluice in your head and/or siphon off your creative juices? I really am thirsty
Vlad Posted May 13, 2003 Report Posted May 13, 2003 w00t.... Vampires rox0r!!! This is the type of publ;icity we need! None of that creepy stuff... Very well written, flows well.
Amos Greywind Posted May 14, 2003 Report Posted May 14, 2003 I quite enjoyed it, it flows nicely Amos
Salinye Posted May 14, 2003 Report Posted May 14, 2003 *hangs ring of garlic around her neck and adds holy water and crosses to her bag of freshly cut stakes. Makes the sign of the cross at Psimon* "Back Demon!" Again, you captured a rare subject quite eloquently. ~Salinye
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