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[title] => Derilda: So It Begins...
[time] => 2005-07-01 15:57:46
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[bodytext] => Hello, to you the readers of this It is I, Derilda, the vampire of legends They say you have to be dead to be a legend Well, I guess I already fill that requirement But let me take some time, to tell you about How I came to be what I am today I was born to Lavinia Amherst on December 19th, 1892 We both lived in a run-down house in old London The floors were rotten almost completely, and Wallpaper with faded floral symbols was peeling off the moldy wall It was the best life style, but it was all we could meet the expense of Finding jobs that would pay was very hard here Or at least for someone of my social standing Our garden was our only rescue Every season when the Foxgloves would bloom I would take a bundle, and sell them on the streets Very little is what I would bring home Since my mother was sick, I was to do the buying It hurt me to leave my mother, but we need food Sellers lined the crowded streets, sticking their food in hungry faces The bread and water was what I set out to buy Yes, sweet salvation that I was tempted to eat, but I always kept it back When I stepped through the broken door, I hear no coughing My mother had a chronic cough, suddenly my heart Started beating faster then it ever had before I sped upstairs so fast, that the stairs themselves started breaking A creamy hand I saw in the darkness of the room Right then I knew, I had lost her to illness My legs fell under me, like they were hit with a stick I help my dead mother in my trembling arms Tears were falling like a continuous rainstorm I felt her soul lift, and the angels took her into heaven When I released her, I noticed that in her Short, brown hair was dried blood covered her locks How strange it was, and my heart went racing again My legs had finally show some life and I then stood up I went to pull the curtains cord and noted blood on my hand The blood I found was were I was holding my mother Holding her neck, I moved her hair off her shoulders My eyes widened at the sight of two, medium sized holes in her small neck A cloud of fear entangled me as I heard a voice behind me The voice was saying me name, Derilda…Derilda… [comments] => 1 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Crimson_Rose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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