A glimmer of moonlight, a whisper of night,
Her gaze, a cold star, piercing and bright.
A pearl, a white moon, in her ear it does gleam,
A symbol of beauty, a whispered, dark dream.
Her skin, like alabaster, flawless and pale,
Her lips, a crimson promise, a story to unveil.
The darkness around her, a velvet embrace,
A shadow of power, etched on her face.
No warmth in her eyes, but a chilling allure,
A predator's hunger, a promise unsure.
Her beauty, a weapon, a captivating snare,
A vampiress's gaze, a truth beyond compare.
The pearl, a reminder, her past is a lie,
A life once lost, a soul that can't die.
She stands in the shadows, a queen of the night,
A vampiress's portrait, bathed in pale moonlight.
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Author:
Dove (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Fantasy
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I don't have a clue why these words have not attracted more attention .. because they are crying out to be noticed and so very much deserve it .. I hope now that whole hoards of them crawl out of the darkness into the light I wish to shed on them .. becuz they are worth every penny .. and not everything is wot it first seems .. beautifully spooky in a really kinda nice way .. Neville
I totally agree Neville.
Andy
Thanks Dear Neville.. You are too kind. I appreciate your comments. 💗💗💗💗
you are and always will be more than just merely welcome .. 💛👍
What a wonderful poem Dove, I agree with Neville as to why there are no more comments on these words.
Andy
Awe. Thank You Andy. 🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄
The imagery! The character! This is so good.
Thanks for the read and comment. Much appreciated🌹🌹⭐
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