IN tombs of gold and lapis lazuli
Bodies of holy men and women exude
Miraculous oil, odour of violet.
But under heavy loads of trampled clay
Lie bodies of the vampires full of blood;
Their shrouds are bloody and their lips are wet.
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this is one of my favourite poems to date so good actually written on my bedroom wall.
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This was quite lovely. This sort of remind me of books that Anne Rice's writes now. It kind of remind me of the Vampire Lestat, Queen of the Damned, Blood and Gold. They all deal with the vampire that lives off the offerings of sacrfise in temples to God. And they themselves cloak themselves with the god's guise. They usually slaughtered the worshippers. And feast upon their blood. lol For some strange feelings, I felt this in this poem.
-Tainted Princess -
vampies souls
Lying alone in the dark
I feast on the fears
On my own troubled mind
Sipping full rein
With the demons of uncertainty
That dance in delight
At the silent drop of a tear
Running down my face
As I feel the sting
Of razor sharp claws
As they plunge with lethal purpose
Deep inside my tender heart
Ripping and tearing
Until all that’s left
Are jagged remains
The pulsing of my life’s blood slows
Until the last drop
Is expelled from my body
The urgent whispers and pleadings
Of my spirit draw silent
As I’m entombed in
The sound of sadness
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