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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Winter Palace ( A Russian Love Story)
[time] => 2006-11-21 17:28:58
[hometext] => A poem where the true history of the Russian Empress Catherine the Great is weaved together with a fictional vampire twist.
[bodytext] => I am known as Orlov in the pages of history and have stood in the shadow of many thrones but I tell you now a wondrous tale an infamous love for which I am known It was in the 18th century that 56th winter so long ago I had felt a calling from Mother Russia and strove to make my way back home I felt at peace on the carriage sled as the horses pulled us through the snow at the border I watched Europe fall away and I sensed the power of the Romanovs Having been a friend to Peter the Great I was no stranger to that royal line yet with his death in 25 I had sought to leave my sorrow behind For years I haunted the catacombs of Paris 'till I heard the rumblings of impending war and so I went to aid the Motherland 'gainst Prussia and its allied horde In 58 I was named a hero at the battle of Zorndorf , a village of Prussia I , later , delivered a prisoner of war to St' Petersburg in northern Russia T'was here the story truly unfolded as I had fallen for the mortal Catherine though she ; the wife of Peter the 3rd the grandson of my former friend He was dull and incompetent ; would surely put Russia into ruin and with those words I did justify my betrayal for the love of Catherine I plotted with my brothers and Princess Dashkova and by the morn on the 29th of June we forced Peter to retire the throne and , within the week , to enter his tomb My so-called brother Alexis confessed to the murder of the Tsar yet it was I and I alone who drained the blood of that royal heart It was merciful , thought I , at the time if I could tell you the honest truth my brothers had far darker plans they , unlike myself , were crude I regretted trusting them with my secret though locked away with threat of death at times I would toss them a coin or such or even the promise of eternal breath I found I could justify anything if it served to keep me with Catherine She reminded me much of Peter the Great with her energy and modern ambitions And so in the Cathedral of Assumption at the Kremlin in Moscow I found myself a witness to the joyous coronation of sweet Catherine the beloved Empress We spent our years at The Winter Palace at day she worked on the peasant's plight while I would feed upon passerbys in St. Petersburg and the frozen night She built me a palace and made me a Prince we held hands at the Peterhof fountains she even gave me the title of Count and stood puzzled as I laughed for hours At the helm of the Russian Empire we stood for 13 years together it seemed we ruled the entire world yet I knew it would not last forever Catherine had grown to have suspicion and one night as I bled another She spied me then as Nosferatu but chose to call me her cheating lover She fiercely protected my vampyre secret though afterwards the distance grew 'till one day she claimed to love another and I stepped aside though I knew it untrue I returned to Europe ; took a wife though she could never ease my saddness I killed her and later staged my death and it was said I fell to maddness In the following years I watched my Empress from the shadows of the Russian night I wept as her face grew older and knew the end had come in sight Then on the 6th day of November as a haunted snow fell silently I felt the weight of my lovers death crush the heart inside of me I killed the guards around her tomb and lay there in the fozen night I watched the moon and winter clouds and knew , though immortal , I had died For 24 years I had wandered lost without her mortal love I dream of our days in The Winter Palace and I long for everything that was... and everthing that shall not come again. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 31 [informant] => doug [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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