Nosferatu..
Beset ye darkest maiden upon Nocturne's fortunes...infernos that doth sear one's soul ..spare not of mercies for want of heart's yearning ...it doth concern ye not .c'ept crimson dream ablaze within thine eyes ...
Petfecttion of forbidden bloom ..one who doth ward of Shadows unseen ...yet art thou as vision so clearest unto me ...thy petals doth they bid one to taste thee of thy paradisial delight ...for knowest thine allure none can disuade...
In moonlight's summon within hourglass turning....thou hast cast many a hungered soul unto thy maelstrom of lusting ...yet tis naught unto thine own heart silent ....c'ept perhaps gorge of thyself...sate thy thirsts....
Carest not I ...if tis void of damnations that doth greet me in thy caresse ..can i fight not thy unspoken beauty ..and instead wage conflict upon mine ownself...thy kiss upon my lips enthrall passions...
Gladly then I doth bequeathe mine own creation ..life's blood...it doth rise tidal ..and fevers rage upon my brow...tis but thee sweetest Nosferatu that i crave ,... thy body entwine within mine own ..our souls doth they become one..whence upon streams of carnal beauty eternal shall flow as wine and sweetest honeyed promise.....thy fanged embrace doth it press against me ...Oh ..doth I implore thee in hushed whisper.... and moan stifle doth eascape mine own tortured lips ...Bite truest sweet Darkness ..deliver thy promise unto my flesh wretched....for longest epoch hath i sought deepest ocean of forbidance ....to immerse mine innocent self in temptation's waters.....taste then... oh fated amours.. mine own crimson honours doth summon thee...and place this essence upon thy mantle ..kiss me now. I beg of thee.. breech floodgate of sins immortal ...and steal ye away mine own being ....thereto deepest love divine ..doth but another angel fall at thy feet ..er'more ....
2016 ^(R)/^ Raven ♥
- Author: TylerHathaway ( Offline)
- Published: February 12th, 2017 05:25
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Interesting how the person (i assume a woman but as written could be man) is giving up, bequeathing his body and blood to the vampire, apparently of her own accord without being entranced. I loved the free flowing verse. Alluring, creepy, enjoyable. Great piece.
Thank you Augustus yiu guess correctly it is indeed a man who has given up his life freely almost wantonly for a love that demands even his entire soul ...I like to ensure that my writing flows without flowing kind of like a river I guess . Thanks again x
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