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As the sun bleeds in the sky
And his shadow joins the night
He takes his crimson candle
And casts its flame alight
Dusk; she comes to eclipse sun
Raven tresses fill the air
And the stars are nothing more
Than white flowers in her hair
While the flame dances enchanted
He plays for her a song
His shadow weeps beneath the feet
Of whom it does belong
Her menstrual moon gleams full and bright
Upon its rays her bare feet dance
And anklet bells begin to sound
Melodic spells keyed to entrance
He watches her descend to him
An artist's dream; her marble face
For each full moon this rock had been
Their sacred meeting place
She came for a gift he would freely give
in exchange for a wish that his dreams would live
His shadow; the sun had forbade her to take
That slumbered in darkness when she would awake
...Lost to her...
His lips gave birth to poetry sweet
Each word laced with seductive need
To tempt her lust with passion's play
And combine red blood with his white seed
Dark eyes that had seen lands of satyrs and nymphs
And wept as Marsyas was flayed
Now burned with desire for his mortal love
Entranced with the music he played
The muse of his heart; his reflection of art
In his trembling arms now lay
To steal but a kiss, for all he could wish
Were merely dreams of yesterday.
Her velvet voice and whispered sighs
With cold breaths shaped like butterflies
That fluttered gently and dispersed
From out a body dead and cursed
His shadow; the darkness of his soul
With him, did join with her as one
Entwined; the hearts of life and death
To never be undone.
What is a shadow without the man?
In her realm devoid of light
She yielded her blood to his passionate kiss
And the world fell in love with the Night.
Along the distant winding road
The cóiste bodhar makes its ghostly round
Its endless route, its driver bound
To claim the dead from hallowed ground.
And this night does not see it stop
At its usual scheduled place
Where once she stood with corpses drained
She lays with him.. alive.. embraced.
And his shadow joins the night
He takes his crimson candle
And casts its flame alight
Dusk; she comes to eclipse sun
Raven tresses fill the air
And the stars are nothing more
Than white flowers in her hair
While the flame dances enchanted
He plays for her a song
His shadow weeps beneath the feet
Of whom it does belong
Her menstrual moon gleams full and bright
Upon its rays her bare feet dance
And anklet bells begin to sound
Melodic spells keyed to entrance
He watches her descend to him
An artist's dream; her marble face
For each full moon this rock had been
Their sacred meeting place
She came for a gift he would freely give
in exchange for a wish that his dreams would live
His shadow; the sun had forbade her to take
That slumbered in darkness when she would awake
...Lost to her...
His lips gave birth to poetry sweet
Each word laced with seductive need
To tempt her lust with passion's play
And combine red blood with his white seed
Dark eyes that had seen lands of satyrs and nymphs
And wept as Marsyas was flayed
Now burned with desire for his mortal love
Entranced with the music he played
The muse of his heart; his reflection of art
In his trembling arms now lay
To steal but a kiss, for all he could wish
Were merely dreams of yesterday.
Her velvet voice and whispered sighs
With cold breaths shaped like butterflies
That fluttered gently and dispersed
From out a body dead and cursed
His shadow; the darkness of his soul
With him, did join with her as one
Entwined; the hearts of life and death
To never be undone.
What is a shadow without the man?
In her realm devoid of light
She yielded her blood to his passionate kiss
And the world fell in love with the Night.
Along the distant winding road
The cóiste bodhar makes its ghostly round
Its endless route, its driver bound
To claim the dead from hallowed ground.
And this night does not see it stop
At its usual scheduled place
Where once she stood with corpses drained
She lays with him.. alive.. embraced.
Literature
Blood
I burn hot,
I run cold.
I am life,
I am death.
Some fear me,
some crave me.
Yet without me,
all life would die.
Crimson or rust,
bright as a star,
or dark as night.
I flow through your veins,
I feed your body.
Blood, I am the life.
Literature
Blood In the Ashes
Hey there little girl
Do you want to hear a story?
Come on, sit on my lap.
I won't bite, I promise.
Do you want to hear about a beautiful princess?
Maybe the horrible Ogre down the lane?
No?
You're right, you hear those all the time, don't you?
But a story has to have a princess.
And an Ogre.
I'm going to tell you a secret,
I'm a princess.
Shh, don't tell anyone,
Promise?
I'll tell you my story if you promise.
What's that?
Yes, I had an Ogre too.
The story?
Of course!
Well, once upon a time -
No, that's a boring start isn't it?
There once was a little girl -
The princess -
Who lived in a beautiful castle
Near a fores
Literature
Vampires
Creatures of the night
Fleeting in and out
Of his sight,
Moon shines
Shadows frozen in time
Blood red lips
From drinking too deep
It stains
Rave scenes,
Glowing light sticks
Moving blurs
Of mortal bodies
Dashing along
Narrow alleys
Praying for some relief,
Something to satisfy
Sucker for a sweet word
Voice says
"Follow me,
Little one"
He followed
The creature
Inserts fangs
Into point A and point B
Festive faces
Fangs piercing flesh
Fool for flattery
Fool falling prey
He shivers slightly
Flinching away
From the pain,
"It hurts wonderfully"
But it didn't last
Long enough
For him to feel satisfied,
For him to
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Inspired by the Leanan Sidhe. The beautiful vampire fairy muse.. she inspired musicians and poets and such.. but the price of her love was death. She drained them dry. In my version, she comes with music to enchant the man she loves.. only he wins her with his own. Love and desire overcome her powers and her curse. She wanted his shadow in exchange for giving him the artistic inspiration he longed for.. and the fame it would have resulted in. It was a mutual agreement until he fell in love with her.. and wanted her above all else.
The shadow is symbolic. She wants it for it is something she cannot take against his will. She is the Queen of Night and is banished by day. His shadow is forever lost to her.. but.. she wants him too as the poem progresses.
Shadows are believed to be the soul by many. The Vikings believed one could detatch a shadow and send it to do your bidding... even kill. Freemasons were said to measure the shadow of unknowing people, and bury it at the cornerstone of a place they wished to have power. It is said that such an act resulted in the person's death and their soul was bound to the spot the shadow was buried. Voodoo mentions something similar. King Solomon was said to send his shadow to spy on others.. Celtic Ireland believed that even stepping on someone's shadow would do them harm..
The shadow is symbolic. She wants it for it is something she cannot take against his will. She is the Queen of Night and is banished by day. His shadow is forever lost to her.. but.. she wants him too as the poem progresses.
Shadows are believed to be the soul by many. The Vikings believed one could detatch a shadow and send it to do your bidding... even kill. Freemasons were said to measure the shadow of unknowing people, and bury it at the cornerstone of a place they wished to have power. It is said that such an act resulted in the person's death and their soul was bound to the spot the shadow was buried. Voodoo mentions something similar. King Solomon was said to send his shadow to spy on others.. Celtic Ireland believed that even stepping on someone's shadow would do them harm..
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wow...amazing. ^_^
i feel so amateur now.
i feel so amateur now.